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.

But echoes linger in the air,  
Of dreams and tales beyond despair,  
Where memories fade in  
Dark Carcosa.

The masked one's dance beneath the stars,  
In shadows deep, with silver bars,  
We trace the steps in  
Strange Carcosa.

Through veils of night, where secrets lie,  
Beneath the pallid mask, we spy,  
A realm where whispers  
Haunt Carcosa.

In the halls where silence dwells,  
And ancient stones do cast their spells,  
The heartbeats cease in  
Dead Carcosa.

Yet in the depths, where time stands still,  
A yearning stirs, a haunting thrill,  
To seek the truth of  
Timeless Carcosa.

The yellow sign, the fatal script,  
In madness found, in reason slipped,  
Its call is heard in  
Endless Carcosa.

And as the night draws ever near,  
The king's lament, we faintly hear,  
A mournful cry from  
Deep Carcosa.

In twilight’s grip, where shadows creep,  
Through endless voids where dreamers sleep,  
A fleeting glimpse of  
Old Carcosa.

The river's edge where spirits tread,  
Their whispers filling hearts with dread,  
Unseen they roam in  
Faint Carcosa.

The stars align in patterns strange,  
Their light, a guide through spectral range,  
To hidden paths of  
Lost Carcosa.

Eternal dusk, the sky it stains,  
With hues of sorrow, bound in chains,  
A cursed fate in  
Dark Carcosa.

The mirror cracked, reflections torn,  
Of faces masked, of souls forlorn,  
They wander lost in  
Dim Carcosa.

Through winding streets and empty halls,  
Where silence reigns and darkness calls,  
We chase the ghosts of  
Pale Carcosa.

The ancient trees, their branches bare,  
Like twisted fingers clutching air,  
They guard the gates of  
Dread Carcosa.

With each refrain, the tale unfolds,  
Of kings and queens, and truths untold,  
In the whispers of  
Still Carcosa.

As dawn remains forever gone,  
We dwell within this endless song,  
Our fates entwined in  
Lost Carcosa.

Cassilda's Song (Extended)

Now I'm one with the paper, trapped in its folds,
Prisoner of the madness, stories untold,
In the kingdom of the Yellow Kings domain,
I've lost my grip one reality's chain.

Yellow madness creeping in my mind,
Walls whispered secrets, sanity I can't find,
Yellow king calls, in shadows he weaves,
In the wallpaper's curse, my soul he deceives.

In the end, I'm just a faded mark,
On the wallpaper's endless, spiraling dark,
Yellow madness, forever my plight,
In the Yellow King's realm, lost to the night.

The Yellow Wallpaper

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