.N e r o R i f u l g i
L i v i d o A s t r o I n f e r n a l e.

Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of Slumber, past the wan-mooned abysses of Night,
I have lived over my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my Sight;
And I struggle and shriek here the Daybreak, being driven to Madness with Fright.

I have whirled with the Earth at the dawning, when the Sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark Universe yawning where the black planets roll without Aim,
Where they roll in their Horror unheeded, without Knowledge or Lustre or Name.



I had drifted over Seas without ending, under sinister grey-clouded Skies,
That the many-forked Lightning is rending, that resound with hysterical cries;
With the moans of invisible Daemons, that out of the green waters rise.

I have haunted the Tombs of the Ages, I have flown on the pinions of Fear,
Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages; where the Jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
And in Realms where the Sun of the Desert consumes what it never can cheer.

I was old when the Pharaohs first mounted the jewel-decked throne by the Nile;
I was old in those Epochs uncounted when I, and I only, was vile;
And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.

Oh, great was the sin of my Spirit, and great is the reach of its Doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it, nor can respite be found in the Tomb:
Down the infinite Aeons come beating
The wings of unmerciful Gloom.

H.P. Lovecraft