Artifact: Kincaid’s Sonnet

Written on a crumpled sheet of paper in an elegant script. Spots of dark purple in the corner.

That lonesome wreck of my ancestor’s home,
Decay and rot infesting more than wood,
It drags me as tumultuous river foam
Downstream to where my destiny is stood.
The sick and sickle hands that once were mine
Now cramp and grasp for treasures gone and lost.
I must complete my travels to the shrine
No matter what, or how, I pay that cost.
The dark air warps, misleads all we perceive.
As I arrive, the night clings on my skin.
The truth in blood no longer can deceive.
At last, I know, Cthulhu fhtagn.
This putrid planet now must be swept clean
Of all the filth, including Delta Green.

Underneath is signed: Agent Kincaid.