By a route obscure and lonelyHaunted by ill angels only,Where an eidolon, named NIGHT,On a black throne reigns upright,I have reached these lands but newlyFrom an ultimate dim Thule --From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime,Out of SPACE, out of TIME. - Edgar Allan Poe
I fancied you'd return the way you said,But I grow old and I forget your name. --From the poem "Mad Girl's Love Song - Sylvia Plath