Into the north window of my chamber glows the Pole Star with uncanny light. All through the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there....

Into the north window of my chamber glows the Pole Star with uncanny light. All through the long hellish hours of blackness it shines there. And in the autumn of the year, when the winds from the north curse and whine, and the red-leaved trees of the swamp mutter things to one another in the small hours ...

sinister by Greg Rutkowski

A lone figure sits by a dimly lit casement window, illuminated only by the faint, eerie glow of the Pole Star shining through the northern windowpane on a dark autumn night, with the horned waning moon hanging low in the sky, as the wind-whipped, crimson foliage of the nearby swamp seems to stir and ...