Known Tablet #2

Cleft-lipped and fanged you are, watching in the dark. In the dark we wait. We wait in darkness to spread black wings.
Wings thin as starving men's patience, flutter and snap like flags - wings of the bat, of the demon, of the dragon in the sea who swims with wings.
Down into the utter black and crushing depth where stone is as powder and sand as sharp and brittle as glass.
And underneath this, it is as it has always been, as you have known it to be all along:
G O R G A S U U L