A seaport in the land of Ooth-Nargai,
Being build of sky-blue marble;
Topped by slender minarets.
Bronze statues of famous heroes,
One page topped from Al-Azif.
In the center of the Temple to Nath-Horthath,
Where eighty orchid-wreathed Priests serve,
No less than ten thousand years old art they.
The greatest trading center in the Dreamlands,
Creatures of all sort in their bazaars.
As in Sona-Nyl, there being no time,
Nobody ever ages, dreamers aloft
In the taverns of Celephaïs.
Nobody matures, remaining forever innocent.
King Kuranes: King of Celephaïs,
Lost his life through drug addiction.
Living forever in the Dreamlands,
In the Palace of Seventy Delights,
Built of flawless rose-crystal.
Past the eastern gate is a park,
Wherein the King build a Norman Abbey
And a small Cornish fishing village,
To resemble his native Cornwall,
To which he can never return,
Now that his waking form is dead...
Submitted: January 05, 2021
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