Cassilda's Song from the King in Yellow, 1895

Описание: From childhood I was obsessed with the decadent, supernatural book "The King in Yellow". Not one person in my small town had heard of it. Years later I find on the internet (invented in the meantime) that it has a cult following, particularly amongst people younger than me, and this poem I kept humming to myself for decades has fan art, Etsy merch, the lot. So here I share the tune that came into my head every time I thought of it, those years ago. Filmed today under the Wharnecliffe Viaduct in Hanwell, a massive Brunel structure. In a rather incoherent bit of chat (the book has been a reality to me for so long that I never think of it as having a genre) after the song I explain the strange fate of my copy of this book, back in the mid-1990s.
Filmed with a DJI Pocket Pro using inbuilt microphones.
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“ Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath 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.”