He who has passed the trans-tellurian Gate

Consigns himself to an unearthly fate,

Though he may yearn for Earth's cerulean skies,

He'll pass his latter years

Where arching rings and alien Moons arise

Neath skies of dusky green.

 

He who would venture to Saturnian space

Must pass his days with many an alien race,

Not think to venture homeward once again, 

Neath skies where titan leers,

He'll cross the crystal-cluttered fungoid plain

That guards the Ghlonghs' demesne.

 

He who has trod the threshold of that Door

Can never tread again an earthly shore.

Though he may pine forever to return,

Truth shall confirm his fears:

Neath alien skies for aye must he sojourn

With villagers Vhlorrhene.

 

He who to Cykranosh would rashly stray

Will learn that he cannot retrace its way,

Neither with prayer of thaumaturgic spell.

In lieu of human peers,

With Ydheems and with Djibbis  he must dwell

Far from all scenes terrene.

 

THE END.