Homecoming

The daemon said that he would take me home To the pale, shadowy land I half-recalled As a high place of stair and terrace, walled With marble balustrades that sky-winds comb, While miles below a maze of dome on dome And tower on tower beside a sea lies sprawled, Once more, he told me. I would stand enthralled On those old heights, and hear the far-off foam.

All this he promised, and through sunset's gate He swept me, past the lapping lakes of flame. And red-gold thrones of gods without a name Who shriek in fear at some impending fate. Then a black gulf with sea-sounds in the night: "Here was your home," he mocked, "when you had sight!"

H.P. Lovecraft