Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind 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… Continue reading Cassilda’s Song (1895)
Stir now from dark I'hy's lake—Gaia trembles in Your wake. Girded by prosthetic shell—unweave the vitiatous spell. Crystalline—without peer—end Cybele's reign of wanton fear. Metal talon'd—shear and tear—to recreate the Cosm's stair.