ts ts The Gecko Temple The king of the Reptiles lizard divine A small scut ling mass of its claws and its scales It climbs up the wall of its altar sublime While the floors are knee-deep in its broken-off tails It joins all its kin while the brazier below Sputters forth its great pillars of scented perfume The room starts to fill with the masses who show Here to worship amongst all the smoky grey plumes The lizards pay little if any at all Attention towards their sweet rapturous crowd Though the people glance upwards with gazes enthralled No thought of disturbing their gods is allowed Luscious tapestries jewels are consumed in the fire All items of value sacrificed thus That their essences altered might rise even higher To service their masters and leave only dust The geckoes with passionate disinterest Find the pursuit of flies to be more to their taste They see up in flames go the most and the best And so swiftly take note with reptilian haste Soon all of the goods have since perished in flame And the satisfied hordes exeunt thus the great cave This ritual here has established the game Played twixt cold-blooded masters and humanoid slaves The lizards set forth in the summer s hot night To engage in a wild orgiastic bash In the coals nature s left here to do as it might And they lay all their eggs in the valuable ash Miniature reptiles rise in mere days To embark in the chase for their hunger s relief They chow down on pests by the dawn s early rays But then vanish unseen into chambers beneath Insatiable hatchlings spring forth from the ground And proceed to devour all invertebrates Their sphere of consumption is ranged all around And gives farmers fair reason to all celebrate The crops are developed the harvest is near And all thanks to lizards with big appetites They ll do the same ritual year after year In the small Gecko Temple they ve found to work right Cthulu Mistigris ts The Gecko Temple! Sysops Zen Render & Gecko Joint Production by TL Mist 1996