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Futuria Fantasia, Winter 1940
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11 ASPHODEL: by E. T. PINE Down where skies are always dark, Where is every heard the bark Of monstrous ebon hounds of hell, In a dreadful fearsome knell, Never fading, every bright, With a weird and spectral light, Blooms a flower of ancient days, Shining in a crimson maze; When the black bat shrilly screams, Asphodel, you haunt my dreams-- From the lands of distant death Steals the perfume of your breath: Some night soon the wind will blow Saffron seeds to fall and grow By my casement window, where, Sleeps my loved one, still and fair; Then, the night you are to bloom I shall creep from out my room, From your blossom by the wall Shall I hear her dear voice call: Mournfully the wind will cry, And shadows cover all the sky-- My lips will touch the loved dead When where you nod I lay my head... MARMOK by Emil Pataja Sleep that doth harbour a dream of dread, Whence come the fingers that beckoned and led My dream-stung soul from my canopied bed-- Whither dost take me, ere I am dead? Beyond the skull-grinning mid- March moon Over the phosphorous-lit lagoon Out past the darkest pits of the night, Fast thru the stars in this evil flight; Lead thee me out past the rim of space, Show me that ravenous, pain- black face Marmok, whose myrmidons ever are questing For souls who wander at nite, unresting. Then shall I know an ultimate bliss Tasting the fury of that cos- mic kiss, Whilst my earth-cloak lies limply on the floor To waken and gibber forever- more. What is the dim monstrosity that shimmers across the stars, what hand is that to cradle planets, earth and mars. What misshapen gargantuan of nebulous formed flesh, hurls out its flood of darkness, the systems to enmesh. What is it walks across the universes chanting cosmic choruses with endless verses--what thing unutterable has visited out Earth long years ago, and now, tonite, returns, in the shadows lurking glow. What ancient fear is with me, cold and terrible? Is that the shape of man upon the constellations, blotting out the light-- or something gasping in hideous delight, plucking at the planets in insanity, at play, causing suns to boil like cauldrons, meteors to sing upon their way with mournful voices, lost ghosts upon lonely trails- wailing- wailing. Is tonight out rendezvous with the Cosmos Thing, the Colossus bigger than Andromeda that sits upon the throne of space-- or are these fantasies upon my aged eyes?
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11 ASPHODEL: by E. T. PINE Down where skies are always dark, Where is every heard the bark Of monstrous ebon hounds of hell, In a dreadful fearsome knell, Never fading, every bright, With a weird and spectral light, Blooms a flower of ancient days, Shining in a crimson maze; When the black bat shrilly screams, Asphodel, you haunt my dreams-- From the lands of distant death Steals the perfume of your breath: Some night soon the wind will blow Saffron seeds to fall and grow By my casement window, where, Sleeps my loved one, still and fair; Then, the night you are to bloom I shall creep from out my room, From your blossom by the wall Shall I hear her dear voice call: Mournfully the wind will cry, And shadows cover all the sky-- My lips will touch the loved dead When where you nod I lay my head... MARMOK by Emil Pataja Sleep that doth harbour a dream of dread, Whence come the fingers that beckoned and led My dream-stung soul from my canopied bed-- Whither dost take me, ere I am dead? Beyond the skull-grinning mid- March moon Over the phosphorous-lit lagoon Out past the darkest pits of the night, Fast thru the stars in this evil flight; Lead thee me out past the rim of space, Show me that ravenous, pain- black face Marmok, whose myrmidons ever are questing For souls who wander at nite, unresting. Then shall I know an ultimate bliss Tasting the fury of that cos- mic kiss, Whilst my earth-cloak lies limply on the floor To waken and gibber forever- more. What is the dim monstrosity that shimmers across the stars, what hand is that to cradle planets, earth and mars. What misshapen gargantuan of nebulous formed flesh, hurls out its flood of darkness, the systems to enmesh. What is it walks across the universes chanting cosmic choruses with endless verses--what thing unutterable has visited out Earth long years ago, and now, tonite, returns, in the shadows lurking glow. What ancient fear is with me, cold and terrible? Is that the shape of man upon the constellations, blotting out the light-- or something gasping in hideous delight, plucking at the planets in insanity, at play, causing suns to boil like cauldrons, meteors to sing upon their way with mournful voices, lost ghosts upon lonely trails- wailing- wailing. Is tonight out rendezvous with the Cosmos Thing, the Colossus bigger than Andromeda that sits upon the throne of space-- or are these fantasies upon my aged eyes?
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