Casilda’s Song
From The King in Yellow
by Robert W. Chambers
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 unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
If you enjoy horror fiction, especially the stories of H.P. Lovecraft, this book is the Grandpa of them all… before Poe, before Lovecraft, was The King in Yellow.
Casilda’s Song
From The King in Yellow
by Robert W. Chambers
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 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.
If you enjoy horror fiction, especially the stories of H.P. Lovecraft, this book is the Grandpa of them all… before Poe, before Lovecraft, was The King in Yellow.