Short horror stories all involving a mysterious book that drives anyone that reads it insane. This creepy poem arrives at some point in every chapter.
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.
Somehow the brilliance is that every time you read the poem in the context of the short story, it's different and more hellishly unhinged.
Now you've read it too.... ;)
