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The vast evening star in this haunting solitude

The vague visions of dim sunsets trembled

Pale auroras glow distorted projections

Feeble moonlight sheds a spectral luster

Endless time had chilled and petrified

where night reigned nebulous and black

Reeking of strange things brought in from the seas

Foul air bursts from the voids that deployed beyond

Those hollow cliffs past the sprawling lakes

were the lost passage to dark walls of

ancient crypts obscured by mist

There I was whispering as memories of infinitude embrace me

In the lost region from the world of clay

a marble tower where the last Elder One lives on alone

Talking to chaos with the beat of drums

Dark stones round an altar whose carved sign invokes

that nameless one to whom a thousand smokes rose

Under the three moons, a rift in the horizon’s wall

Opening to worlds where only gods can be

Imperious pillars as the flame takes form

The Elder One chanting praises for the Headless God