Wander and gaze upon artifacts, relics and tomes from the dark corners of the Earth... and perhaps... beyond...
Here collectors may view and possibly obtain some of the dark art from our current collection of nightmares
Glimpses of strange offerings to come... bizarre treasures that the Keepers are preparing for entry into reality
Along the shore the cloud waves break,The twin suns sink behind the lake,The shadows lengthenIn Carcosa
Strange is the night where black stars rise,And strange moons circle through the skies,But stranger still isLost CarcosaSongs that the Hyades shall sing,Where flap the tatters of the King,Must die unheard inDim CarcosaSong of my soul, my voice is dead,Die though, unsung, as tears unshedShall dry and die inLost Carcosa
Cassilda's Song in "The King in Yellow" Act 1, Scene 2.
"They say foul beings of Old Times still lurk in dark forgotten corners of the world, And Gates stll gape to loose, on certain nights, Shapes pent in Hell."
From Unaussprechlichen Kulten
Credits and Copyrights
Carcosa Collection and Website Bruce Ballon © 2010-2015 , Web Design Luke Shield and Bruce Ballon, Art / Graphics / Photos by Steve Lines and Bruce Ballon, music clip by Ennio Morricone
Thought of the Eon
There is a concept that is the corrupter and destroyer of all others. I speak not of Evil, whose limited empire is that of ethics; I speak of the infinite.
-Jorge Luis Borges