Frank Belknap Long | Escritor |
Publicado originalmente en la edición de septiembre de 1932 de la revista Weird Tales.
A billion miles beyond the suns
Which gild the edge of space,
Great Chaugnar dreams, and there is hate
And fury on its face.
Where red moons wane and swim,
Great Chaugnar stirs, and heaves its bulk
Upon a crater's rim.
Dark nurture from the deeps
Of lava-pools within a cone
That shines whilst Chaugnar sleeps.
Have glimpsed that glowing cone;
Have glimpsed the vast and silent shape
Asleep upon its throne.
Have seen that shape in dreams;
Have watched its shadow fall and spread
On dim, familiar streams.
Will send it voyaging far;
It may set Sirius adrift,
Or seek a humbler star.
Small planets in its train:
And that is why I kneel and kneel
Before Great Chaugnar's fane.
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Weird Tales - Vol.20 No.03 | Farnsworth Wright (Popular Fiction Publishing Co.) | Sep 1932 |