It stares down on a shadowy shore Sepulcre set in stone For all its spires and its bowers Not even Death would call it home I somehow felt I remembered those walls. I’d be there once before But for fright couldn’t quite attempt to open up the door Whatever walks there, walks there alone Feeding on Madness on a crumbling throne Lost City, Madness on the inside I wanna know what it’s really like Lost City, unchanging in a strange light. Forgotten by time I came aware, before that lair No memory of how or of when or of where Before the cold adamantine stair No mortal step had dared Cold wind under vaccuous skies, in casements no lamp burned No creature crept but still yet I felt a faceless presence turn
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