The Thing that Made Search کے بول

We looked at one another Through the smoke Through the growing dark (May) the devil take the hindmost Aye, an unseen thing stood And cried upon the decks Through planks of groaning wood Right above our heads And scrubbed at the woodwork Now take the pipe right from your mouth! At outmost tension, listen! Crouch! Be aware of horrid powers! Few moments seem like endless hours With sheer destructive urge A many-flapped thing strives The thing that made search Like raw flesh, but it was alive Secure the fastening, aye Brace yourselves There's more to it than meets the eye