MALANOTH
Reading edition
(To Clark Ashton Smith) by R. O. P.
Where is the ancient hidden sphere Where Malanoth is king? What silhouetted towers rear And on the heavens cling? Above the wall that shows no gate The mighty columns loom; Mysterious wonder incarnate Where slumbers ancient doom. Beyond the myriad whirling moons That circle through the skies— A place described in evil runes, The awesome kingdom lies. And Malanoth, its striped face Obscure and pondering Thinks always in that silent place Of some old, secret thing.