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.
So I’m sure this is in honor of your Lamentations of the Flame Princess plans or whatever, but I hold out hope it’s for Delta Green or a True Detective hack for Gumshoe.
So I’m sure this is in honor of your Lamentations of the Flame Princess plans or whatever, but I hold out hope it’s for Delta Green or a True Detective hack for Gumshoe.
Steve Mains I can make that happen, but first you have to bring me 16 ulfire maidens born under a jale moon.
Steve Mains I can make that happen, but first you have to bring me 16 ulfire maidens born under a jale moon.
Shit, I’m fresh out.
By the way, The King in Yellow–the Robert W Chambers collection that Carcosa bit is from–is pretty good stuff, if you’re into weird fiction at all.
Shit, I’m fresh out.
By the way, The King in Yellow–the Robert W Chambers collection that Carcosa bit is from–is pretty good stuff, if you’re into weird fiction at all.