Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
“Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Strange is the night where black stars rise, and strange moons circle through the skies, but stranger still is lost Carcosa.” — Robert W. Chambers Copy Share Image
