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The Cats & The Wood

by Uraha.

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persona_ingrata Beautiful Ethereal-Gothic-Neofolk Mixture somewhere between Dead Can Dance, Fire & Ice, Nick Cave and Sol Invictus. Favorite track: The Cats (H. P. Lovecraft).
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Babels of blocks to the high heavens towering Flames of futility swirling below; Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flowering, Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow. Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers, Cobwebs of cable to nameless things spun; Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers Streams of live foetor that rots in the sun. Colour and splendour, disease and decay, Shrieking and ringing and crawling insane, Rabbles exotic to stranger-gods pray, Jumbles of odour that stifle the brain. Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal. Howling and lean in the glare of the moon, Screaming the future with mouthings infernal, Yelling the Garden of Pluto's red rune. Tall towers and pyramids ivy'd and crumbling, Bats that swoop low in the weed-cumber'd streets; Bleak Arkham bridges o'er rivers whose rumbling Joins with no voice as the thick horde retreats. Belfries that buckle against the moon totter, Caverns whose mouths are by mosses effac'd, And living to answer the wind and the water, Only the lean cats that howl in the wastes.
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They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aisles Of forest night had hid eternal things, They scal’d the sky with tow’rs and marble piles To make a city for their revellings. White and amazing to the lands around That wondrous wealth of domes and turrets rose; Crystal and ivory, sublimely crown’d With pinnacles that bore unmelting snows. And through its halls the pipe and sistrum rang, While wine and riot brought their scarlet stains; Never a voice of elder marvels sang, Nor any eye call’d up the hills and plains. Thus down the years, till on one purple night A drunken minstrel in his careless verse Spoke the vile words that should not see the light, And stirr’d the shadows of an ancient curse. Forests may fall, but not the dusk they shield; So on the spot where that proud city stood, The shuddering dawn no single stone reveal’d, But fled the blackness of a primal wood.

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released June 23, 2018

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