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Her pallor is sickly

She must be an agent of madness

I watch as she floats through the halls of my home

Her eyes are unseeing

She must be a guest of the old ones

In her I see the Yellow King

Carcosa waits for the few

The sky is filled with too many stars

Our universe torn in two

Opened like an ancient scar

Remove the stranger's pallid mask

Disguised as anguish, lacking grace

Along the shore, the cloud waves break

And black stars rise in lost Carcosa

Indeed, it's time

We've lain aside

Die thou unsung

The shadows lengthen in Carcosa

Hastur the great in tattered robes

Not of this earth, the twin suns rose

Cassilda's song will echo on

The Yellow King comes to a close