The black stars of Carcosa stay;
They haunt me even now
I know the King in Yellow
And the Sign upon his brow
His Pallid Mask corrupts my dreams
And threatens to reveal
The tatters of his robe still flap
On secrets they conceal
The Lake of Hali stares at me
Since I have gazed on her
No ripples mar the surfaces;
The truth can never blur
My name is now an epitaph
I carry like a tomb
Around the King in Yellow's court
To meet my endless doom


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