All through the long hellish hours of blackness glows the pole star with uncanny light when the winds from the north curse and whine and trees of the swamp mutter to each other
Slumber, watcher, till the spheres Six and twenty thousand years Have revolved, and I return To the spot where now I burn
Other stars anon shall rise To the axis of the skies
In midst of dreams, a marble city glowing beneath the leering star Yet my visions convince me, that this is reality I must help my city defeat the Inutos
winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message yet recalls nothing, nothing save that it once had a message to convey
within my dreams I scream for wakefulness but these demons laugh and say I dream not while I sleep they mock, devouring those marble walls I writhe in agony of guilt; frantic to save my city
Other stars anon shall rise To the axis of the skies Stars that soothe and stars that bless With a sweet forgetfulness Only when my round is over Shall the past disturb thy door