“Viens à moi, toi, le rêveur”
End of the terrible flight
Over the frozen desert
I can see the onyx castle
Where the pale light shine
The pschent of unknown stars
Above the myriad domed turrets
Glow with a sallow and sickly flare
“Come to me, the dreamer
You’ve been through so much
But face the Old Ones
Could lead you to cosmic horror”
A Hideous blast of a daemon trumpet
Resonates three times in the cyclopean-sized room
Alone in the dark, I feel his presence
Is it the messenger of the Other Gods who observes me?
Then down the wide lane betwixt the two column
A lone figure strode
His regal figure appears in front of me
Fascinating me like a dark god, a fallen archangel
Pharaoh’s voice resonates
Calling me by my name
“You, Randolph Carter have braved all things of earth’s dreamland,
And burn still with the flame of Quest”
“So, Randolph Carter, in the name of the Other Gods
I spare you to serve my will”
“For I am Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos”
“Fly!”
“Hei! Aa-shanta ‘nygh!”
Then I take off towards
The cold blue glare of boreal Vega
Great polypous horrors
Unseen bat-wings beat around me
I feel that once again
I was duped
I thought I could finally
Admire my city
But I hear in the distance
Unknown chant
Night and the spheres sing it
Already old when space was born
Je savais maintenant que ma merveilleuse cité du soleil couchant
N’était que la somme de ce que j’avais vu et aimé dans ma jeunesse
La splendeur des collines de Boston
Providence, pittoresque et majestueuse
Et non les ténèbres et les solitudes incertaines
Qui croupissent par-delà le cosmos
The hellish bird plunge onward
Through shoals of shapeless lurkers
Cleaving the uttermost rim
Spanning the outermost abysses
The creature drags me
At the infernal Azathoth’s court
I have to find the thought
That will allow me to wake up
Like a desperate dreamer
I jump off my flying abomination
Crossing endless voids of sentient blackness
Comets, suns, and worlds
Spring flaming into life
Using a vision of my boyhood
I wake up
My dream is over
My dream is over