The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers

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.