Carcosa


	Carcosa In Carcosa I dwell How can the suns rays touch one such as I who has seen the pale moon rising over lake Hali Walking down a street On every face a pallid mask and each one marching in a procession and at it's head the King Staggering into another absinthe bar I eye the bottle set before me gazing with anticipation and dread I pour forth the emerald elixer watching the color of it change before me And I know that I have seen the Yellow Sign [Next]