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A Yellow Mythos poem from 1994, a slightly revised in 2017; I don't know if I can call it a "classic." Certainly, this poem is MY first foray into the Carcosa Mythos. Lovecraftian Poem. 1994.
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Where Flap the Tatters of the King by Allen Mackey
A Yellow Mythos poem from 1994, a slightly revised in 2017; I don't know if I can call it a "classic." Certainly, this poem is MY first foray into the Carcosa Mythos. Lovecraftian Poem. 1994.
A Yellow Mythos poem from 1994, a slightly revised in 2017; I don't know if I can call it a "classic." Certainly, this poem is MY first foray into the Carcosa Mythos. Lovecraftian Poem. 1994.
Note: Here is an early example of my undying devotion to The King
In Yellow and all things Carcosan. I had thought that this one was lost for all time due to my bad luck a few years ago but thankfully Paul Berglund had a copy! I should have known--Paul is a natural-born cataloguer and collector, a life-long fan of Lovecraft and the Cthulhu Mythos. Thank you again, Paul! As it is, "Where Flaps The Tatters Of The King" can now claim its rightful spot in my thirteen-part grimoire devoted to Zukala-Koth--or, The King In Yellow.
Where Flap the Tatters of the King
Cloudwaves break over the Lake
As the Sage Hali wrote long ago, From Carcosa the Koth Sign came And the Madness that is opaque. The dreamlike play of the Dark Days, Forbidden, The King in Yellow – Upon reading one is not the same; Knowledge therein breeds disarray.
In the murky depths beneath Hali lie
Twenty-three sleepers abiding ages, The fettered remnants of dreaded Sages Brooding eternal while others fly To black unwinking stars in the Hyades, The King's minions, the winged Byakhee.
Commentary: First published in a Lovecraftian fanzine called The
World of H. P. Lovecraft # 2 during the Fall-Winter of 1994, and only recently recovered, I am proud to present (again!) a bit of verse by a young Allen Mackey, redonlent of dreams inspired by Lin Carter and Richard L. Tierney (with whom I was corresponding with), "Where Flap the Tatters of the King."