fanfare for nyarlathotep

''when there rang without warning through that pale-litten and limitless chamber the hideous blast of a daemon trumpet. ... presently from the chamber's uttermost reaches a new sound came. this, too, was a rhythmic trumpeting; ... in this low fanfare echoed all the wonder and melody of etheral dream; exotic vistas of imagined loveliness floating from each strange chord and subtly alien cadence. ...


"hei! ai-shanta nygh!'' ...



''then through the glittering vault ahead there fell a hush of portent, and all the winds and horrors slunk away as night things slink away before the dawn. trembling in waves that golden whisps of nebula made weirdly visible, there rose a timid hint of far off melody, droning in faint chords that our own universe of stars knows not. ... it was a song, but not the song of any voice. night and the spheres sang it, and it was old when space and nyarlathotep and the other gods were born.''

h.p.lovecraft; dreamquest of unknown kadath.