Incipit
The Outpost By H. P. Lovecraft When evening cools the yellow stream, And shadow stalks the jungles ways, Zim babwe’s palace flares ablaze For a great King who fears to dream. For he alone of all mankind Waded the swamp that serpents shun; And struggling toward the setting sun, Came on the veldt that lies behind. No other eyes had ventured there Since eyes were lent for human sight— But there, as sunset turned to night, He found the Elder Secret’s lair. Strange turrets rose beyond the plain, And walls and bastions spread around The distant domes that fouled the ground Like lepr …
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