In Carcosa

Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind 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.

Excerpt from the "King in yellow"


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I needed to work on my graphic design skills. Been a while. This here is a homage to a favorite series of mine called "True detective" which has scarce information derived from the King in Yellow book found in different scenes of the series but never enough to satisfy that craving for closure and for solving the mystery. The UNKNOWN is a powerful agent when it comes to incorporating it in introspective journeys focused on self improvement. Especially when traversing through Nature. Nature. Reality. The nature of reality. The nature of "this reality". The infinite darkness surrounding the little rock we live on, and the uncertainty of it's trajectory. This, along with the idea of surrendering to the cosmic wonders and absolute horrors of the universe brings shivers down my spine.