“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 Haydes 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”-Cassilda’s song (Robert W. Chambers)
Hastur from the king in yellow!!! Art by me
