"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"