It came to be known as "Simon's Necronomicon" - named after the forward written by the mononymous author himself. The book claimed to be a translation of "the real" Necronomicon but had little if any connection to Lovecraft's original creation, relying on Sumerian mythology instead. The most famous of these modern versions came out in trade paperback in 1980, with a glossy black cover marked with a strange sigil emblazoned on the front. Several people have attempted to cash in on the notoriety of Lovecraft's fictional creation. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again. After summer is winter, after winter summer. Man rules now where They ruled once They shall soon rule where man rules now. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones whereon Their seal is engraver, but who hath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites.
The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. He knows where They had trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, they walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Nor is it to be thought.that man is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters, or that the common bulk of life and substance walks alone.
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