And Death shall wait, throned in Medusa's eyes,
Till, in the irremeable webs of night,
The sun is snared, and the corroded moon
A dust upon the gulfs, and all the stars
Rotted and fallen like rivets from the sky,
Letting the darkness down upon all things.
MALANOTH
(To Clark Ashton Smith)
by R. O. P.
Where is the ancient hidden sphere