See the boy walk in orange dunes
Alabaster pillars rising to the red stars
His grey eyes see everything 
in shades of winter
and turn rain to hail

Carcosa lies ever to the west
as far as the boy walks the city floats equal
He prays, to the King in Yellow
"Father, let me home"

The desert sands shift
and neon-lit beetles guide his way to the altar
Obsidian statues of primordial Old Ones 
raise their too long arms to the night sky
lit by five red moons

A whisper to the boy from the Yellow King
sends arctic winds through his small frame
his mop of black hair stands straight up
A word, whispered from Father to Son
From the King in Yellow to the Lost Prince,
"Ish"
Ish, Prince of Carcosa,
gifted with his name,
opens his red cat-eye,
the third
and the Obsidian statues crumble
and the desert sands swirl
and the neon-beetles fall dead
and Ish grins