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Acolyte, v. 1, issue 1, Fall 1942

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DREAMS OF YITH
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by Duane W. Rimel

I
In distant Yith past crested, ragged peaks;
On far-flung islands lost to worldly eyes,
A shadow from the ancient star-void seeks
Some being which in caverns shrilly cries
A challenge; and the hairy dweller speaks
From that deep hole where slimy Sotho lies
But when those night-winds crept about the place,
They fled --- for Sotho had no human face

II
Beyond the valleys of the sun which lie
In misty chaos past the reach of time
And brood beneath the ice as aeons fly,
Long waiting for some brighter, warmer clime;
There is a vision, as I vainly try
To glimpse the madness that must someday climb
From age-old tombs in dim dimensions hid,
And push all angles back --- unseal the lid

III
Beside the city that once lived there wound
A stream of putrefaction writhing black;
Reflecting crumbling spires stuck in the ground
That glow through hov'ring mist whence no stray track
Can lead to those dead gates, where once was found
The secret that would bring the dwellers back.
And still that pitch-black current eddies by
Those silver gates of Yith to sea-beds dry.

IV
On rounded turrets rising through the [visne?]
Of cloud-veiled aeons that the Old Ones knew
On tablets deeply worn and fingered clean
By tentacles that dreamers seldom view;
In space-hung Yith, on clammy walls obscene
That writhe and crumble and are built anew;
There is a figure carved; but God [?] those eyes,
That sway on fungoid stems at leaden skies

V
Around the place of ancient, waiting blight;
On walls of sheerest opal rearing high.
That move as planets beckon in the night
To faded realms where nothing sane can lie;
A deathless guard tramps by in feeble light
Emitting to the stars a sobbing cry.
But on that path where footsteps should have led
There rolled an eyeless, huge and [bloated?] head.

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DREAMS OF YITH ---- by Duane W. Rimel I In distant Yith past crested, ragged peaks; On far-flung islands lost to worldly eyes, A shadow from the ancient star-void seeks Some being which in caverns shrilly cries A challenge; and the hairy dweller speaks From that deep hole where slimy Sotho lies But when those night-winds crept about the place, They fled --- for Sotho had no human face II Beyond the valleys of the sun which lie In misty chaos past the reach of time And brood beneath the ice as aeons fly, Long waiting for some brighter, warmer clime; There is a vision, as I vainly try To glimpse the madness that must someday climb From age-old tombs in dim dimensions hid, And push all angles back --- unseal the lid III Beside the city that once lived there wound A stream of putrefaction writhing black; Reflecting crumbling spires stuck in the ground That glow through hov'ring mist whence no stray track Can lead to those dead gates, where once was found The secret that would bring the dwellers back. And still that pitch-black current eddies by Those silver gates of Yith to sea-beds dry. IV On rounded turrets rising through the [visne?] Of cloud-veiled aeons that the Old Ones knew On tablets deeply worn and fingered clean By tentacles that dreamers seldom view; In space-hung Yith, on clammy walls obscene That writhe and crumble and are built anew; There is a figure carved; but God [?] those eyes, That sway on fungoid stems at leaden skies V Around the place of ancient, waiting blight; On walls of sheerest opal rearing high. That move as planets beckon in the night To faded realms where nothing sane can lie; A deathless guard tramps by in feeble light Emitting to the stars a sobbing cry. But on that path where footsteps should have led There rolled an eyeless, huge and [bloated?] head.