Her eyes, her strangely large and gleaming eyes, were dark
Against her gorgeous face and yet she left her mark
In Arkham when she met her lover. Then her claws
Sunk deep into her prey, while hiding all her flaws.
She was one of the Innsmouth Waites, from the seaport
Of such repute, infamous for the strangest sort
Of dwellers that live in the half-deserted town.
Her name was Asenath, she-devil of such renown.
At Miskatonic, she, magician, ruled the school—
Accomplishing such marvels to the eyes of fools.
Asenath professed the ability to raise storms,
And animals, beloved pets, would not, to her, warm.
She could make canines howl with motions of her hand
And then displayed, at times, remnants of knowledge banned
Or languages so singular they shocked her mates.
With winks, she would extract some facts from altered states.
She was a hypnotist and, without any shame,
She would swap forms to be free from physical frames.
By gazing at a fellow student she’d exchange
Her personality with theirs to just derange
Those so-called weaker minds and practice all her skills.
Her husband, she ensnared, was just right for her thrills.
She eyed him with a predatory air, for she
Desired his mind, his fine-wrought brain, to become free
From Asenath’s current form and gain a body near
Her form as Kamog, once a wizard that struck fear.
Her husband spoke of hideous exchanges of
Her mind, while his body summoned spirits above,
Below, and between from a Cyclopean waste.
He felt he was becoming gradually erased.
Asenath lay felled, by his own hand, in their storeroom,
Yet little did he know that that would be his doom!
She switched her mind with his while he was locked away
In Arkham Sanitarium where she would stay.
Asenath was dead so long ago for it was Fate
That would reveal she was, her father, Ephrem Waite!