Thursday, August 25, 2011

The King in Yellow

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath
the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons
circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the
King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.

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