And at the last from inner Egypt came The strange dark One to whom the fellahs bowed; Silent and lean and cryptically proud, And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame. Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands, But leaving, could not tell what they had heard; While through the nations spread the awestruck word That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands.
Soon from the sea a noxious birth began; Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold; The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled Down on the quaking citadels of man. Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play, The idiot Chaos blew Earths dust away.
Nyarlathotep, by H. P. Lovecraft (1931)
Note: This is a resin miniature kit that requires assembly and painting.
Group
Sculptural Figure(s)
Condition
unpainted, kit
Scale
Scale 1:12
Material
Resin
State
new
Not a toy! Not suitable for children under the age of 14!
