Beyond the stars and moon: the twisted city, Carcosa, stretches.
Betwixt the eyes of the shepherd of the son-
Who is the call of all and the bane of none-
The first of a fragile bliss, suspended in the moment of a blink,
The curse is split and the very missing link.
Carcosa, whose beauty is a constant in time…
A liminal, undying space yielding forthwith-
A place, a mine, of the umbral pith-
Within abated breath, the cavity’s pain
Speaks to the threshold of its boundless plane…
Curbing the fall of its dynasty, Carcosa perseveres.
Through the boarded window, one can see its light-
The dying star widow, the brilliant shining blight-
Aldebaran, bare and pure of soul,
On and on, it bears the fruit whole.
If ever there t’were a moment of doubt,
The gas balls would align to cleanse all throughout.