A bundle of black ink
waits by the door.
As it pools, you sink
forevermore.

Ruinous tide turns the bricks underneath
to the sand untouched by sun down below.

Tale of me
doomed by a love unbestowed.
Tale of me
bathed in sorrow and woe.

Anything that touches me
sinks, so very slow.

I know I don’t know.
I know depths uncovered will always
blind me to the depths unknown.

When the wave calls destruction,
it reaps what it sows.
When the moon shines down on me,
I shine too I know.

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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 die and dry in
        Lost Carcosa.