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 strange still is — lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in — dim Carcosa.
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Shall dry and die in — lost Carcosa.