The ending of all hope is come.
Its leaden beat denying song.
The messenger of nothingness
who's nothing more and nothing less
than all that's pallid, wan and wrong.
The pounding of that self-same drum
that serves it as a human heart
repeats the beat that changes never
from which no soul can stand apart
within its innards rack and lever.
A human figure from without,
its tatters hide the cogs and wheels
inside its bland and friendless face.
It haunts the death of all that feels
all places with no pride of place.
This is the ending worse than doubt.
All other dooms are rich beside.
The beasts disdain to lick his hands
he stirs no rupture of the tide
no strange births of forgotten lands.
This is the ending less than dust.
Unless the dust has been your dream,
and nothingness your playfellow,
and then it's cruel as the machine,
inhuman as the King in Yellow.
This endlessness unending must
must become its own incarnate tomb.
Its blood and bone its ball and chain.
Its dreams the pain of afternoon
forever in the fervid brain.
Examination In ContextEdit
Meaning in The Cthulhu MythosEdit
The mention of the beasts disdaining to lick his hands, seems to be a reference to Nyarlathotep, whom Lovecraft describes in such a manner, although, here, it would seem to emphasise that the King In Yellow is not Nyarlathotep.