Back
Hymns Of the Yellow King Part Two
Written By: Gordan Froman
Religion
Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is lost Carcosa.
The Clown turned his powdered face to the mirror. If to be fair is to be beautiful, he said, who can compare with me in my white mask? Who can compare with him in his white mask? I asked Death beside me. Who can compare with me? said Death, for I am paler still. You are very beautiful, sighed the Clown, turning his powdered face from the mirror.
for I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now.
But what did i see in lost Carcosa? I saw the lake of Hali, thin and blank, without a ripple or wind to stir it, and I saw the towers of Carcosa behind the moon. Aldebaran, the Hyades, Alar, Hastur,glided through the cloud-rifts which fluttered and flapped as they passed like the scolloped tatters of the King in Yellow. The people faded away, the arches, the vaulted