Church of Starry Wisdom (Trapezohedron)

December
From the sad leaves withdrawn,
Remote, estranged and cold,
Forgetful autumn's gold
Alone abides in some December dawn.

Tearless and clear and chill
As eyes that have forgot
Far love, or find it not,
The pale bright heavens arch the barren hill.

Now, in this afternoon
Enchanted, blue and brief,
The year has lost its grief
In valleys mute below the spectral moon.

For here no mourning-dove
Laments the season flown:
On love that wanders lone
Falls the blue balm of silence from above.

For here no zephyr grieves
To tell the year's dead dream;
And down the pine-lulled stream
Lost memories drift and loiter with the leaves.

Clark Ashton Smith

December - CAS - Poem

Dark eidolon

Gorgons

Lost worlds

Mother of toads

The tomb-spawn

Maker of gargoyles

A tale of sorcery

Sepulchre

That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.

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