He screamed and screamed and screamed in a voice whose falsetto panic no acquaintance of his would ever have recognized and though he could not rise to his feet he crawled and rolled desperately away from the damp pavement where dozens of Tartarean wells poured forth their exhausted whining and yelping to answer his own insane cries Subterranean vaults behold man mad enough to be here Through the Stygian hole to this malodorous gulf Down, down ran the stairs in three abrupt turns Down, down, down below But this fool man just went on The chorused anguish of doomdragged moaning Like a stricken flesh sans mins And the voices continued but so did he... Through the cyclopean vaulting and black noisome corridors Revelations found Like silent eerie sentinels Haunted dreams that carry on Like vacant planets on their way Haunted cavers he They wail their twised cry The wail of the Tartarean wells Like a smister planets on their way Sickening The formulaes of Curwen were found amid these haunted memories Where the science went to madness and madness to science Theme from H.P. Lovecrafts the Case of Charles Dexter Ward
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