The King In Yellow

 Along the shore the cloud waves break,The twin suns sink behind the lake,The shadows lengthenIn Carcosa.Strange is the night where black stars rise,And strange moons circle through the skiesBut stranger still isLost Carcosa.Songs that the Hyades shall sing,Where flap the tatters of the King,Must die unheard inDim Carcosa.Song of my soul, my voice is dead;Die thou, unsung, as tears unshedShall dry and die inLost Carcosa.