"He screamed and screamed and screamed
in a voice whose falsetto panic no acquaintance
of his would ever have recognized: and though

he could not rise to his feet he crawled and rolled
desperately away from the damp pavement where
dozens of Tartarean wells poured forth their

exhausted whining and yelping to answer
his own insane cries"


Subterranean vaults behold
man mad enough to be here
Through the Stygian hole

to this malodorous gulf

Down, down ran the stairs

in three abrupt turns
Down, down, down below
But this fool man just went on


The chorused anguish
of doom-dragged moaning


Like a stricken flesh sans mins
And the voices continued

but so did he...
Through the cyclopean vaulting
and black noisome corridors


Revelations found
Like silent eerie sentinels

Haunted dreams that carry on
Like vacant planets on their way


Haunted cavers he
They wail their twised cry
The wail of the Tartarean wells

Like a smister planets on their way

Sickening

The formulaes of Curwen were
found amid these haunted memories
Where the science went to madness

and madness to science

Theme from H.P. Lovecraft's

"the Case of Charles Dexter Ward"