winterfellwilliam on November 8th, 2017 at 21:51 UTC »
Carcosa
joshmoneymusic on November 8th, 2017 at 22:12 UTC »
I’ve always wondered, do baddies like this ever just crack open a cold one and tell jokes with their buds or do they just sit on their thrones of evil 24/7 doing overlordy things.
moscowrules on November 9th, 2017 at 00:40 UTC »
Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath 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.
-Cassilda’s Song in The King in Yellow Act 1, Scene 2
winterfellwilliam on November 8th, 2017 at 21:51 UTC »
Carcosa
joshmoneymusic on November 8th, 2017 at 22:12 UTC »
I’ve always wondered, do baddies like this ever just crack open a cold one and tell jokes with their buds or do they just sit on their thrones of evil 24/7 doing overlordy things.
moscowrules on November 9th, 2017 at 00:40 UTC »
Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath 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.
-Cassilda’s Song in The King in Yellow Act 1, Scene 2