Saturday, 7 March 2015

Carcosa Calling


(We're talking about King in Yellow Carcosa here. Can't speak for the supplement, too poor for books.)

d8
How does it call to me?
1
The alien susurrations of strange winds ‘tween stranger peaks.
2
Everything becomes reflective, but these reflections are all of the same place.
3
It floats, grinds, looms in the sky, always. It is not there, but you see the shadow cast large across the land.
4
Intense homesickness. Oh, to be home, to be where you belong, sweet city.
5
That sweet smell of Lake Hali, that hateful smell, that long lost smell.
6
The itch under the fingertips. You know what it means. It happens again.
7
You know every door leads there, but they flee. Oh, to be disappointed again would hurt so.
8
You can see your script. Play your role well, and look not at the audience.


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