The Nemesis Of Suns

    Lo, what are these, the gyres of sun and world,
    Fulfilled with daylight by each toiling sun -
    Lo, what are these but webs of radiance spun
    Beneath the roof of Night, and torn or furled
    By Night at will? All opposite powers upwhirled
    Are less than chaff to this imperious one -
    As wind-tossed chaff, until its sport be done,
    Scattered, and lifted up, and downward hurled.

    All gyres are held within the path unspanned
    Of Night's aeonian compass - loosely pent
        As with the embrace of lethal-tightening weight;
    All suns are grasped within the hollow hand
    Of Night, the godhead sole, omnipotent,
        Whose other names are Nemesis and Fate.

Clark Ashton Smith

Clark Ashton Smith was an American writer and poet, best known for his contributions to the genres of horror, fantasy, and science fiction. He was a member of the Lovecraft Circle, a group of writers around H.P. Lovecraft. Smith's work was characterized by rich, fantastical imagery and vocabulary. He is considered one of the major writers of weird fiction and a key figure in early American speculative fiction.

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