Transcribe
Translate
Fantascience Digest, v. 1, issue 5, July-August 1938
Inside back cover
More information
digital collection
archival collection guide
transcription tips
YSTA Soon towers upward rise Into the lurid flaming skies; Minarets of golden jade, And limpid stone of moonbeams made. Lambent fires softly shimmer Waxing over, ever dimmer. Dim as within a dream, I see their latent lustres gleam. Murmuring, whispering echoes yet Surround the towering rampart's jet. The gibbons moon throws ethereal light Upon the city of eternal night. There Death incarnate dropped his pall, Over Ysta, over all. There portals softly thrown back Admit the monarch sable black. 'Tis there the sentient demon dwells, Kasper of a thousand hells. For within the pristine deep, The shadow doth his vigil keep. Fallen from her high estate; Shorn of glory, desolate. Phantom flitting overhead; Fallen is Ysta, Ysta is dead. --J. Chapman Miske
Saving...
prev
next
YSTA Soon towers upward rise Into the lurid flaming skies; Minarets of golden jade, And limpid stone of moonbeams made. Lambent fires softly shimmer Waxing over, ever dimmer. Dim as within a dream, I see their latent lustres gleam. Murmuring, whispering echoes yet Surround the towering rampart's jet. The gibbons moon throws ethereal light Upon the city of eternal night. There Death incarnate dropped his pall, Over Ysta, over all. There portals softly thrown back Admit the monarch sable black. 'Tis there the sentient demon dwells, Kasper of a thousand hells. For within the pristine deep, The shadow doth his vigil keep. Fallen from her high estate; Shorn of glory, desolate. Phantom flitting overhead; Fallen is Ysta, Ysta is dead. --J. Chapman Miske
Hevelin Fanzines
sidebar
