By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule—
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of space—out of time.
Edgar Allan Poe
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named Night, On a black throne reigns...