Last updated on March 6th, 2012
From The Dream Quest of the Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft
Randolph Carter leaped shoutingly awake within his Boston room. Birds sang in hidden gardens and the perfume of trellised vines came wistful from arbours his grandfather had reared. Beauty and light glowed from classic mantel and carven cornice and walls grotesquely figured, while a sleek black cat rose yawning from hearthside sleep that his master’s start and shriek had disturbed.
And vast infinities away, past the Gate of Deeper Slumber and the enchanted wood and the garden lands and the Cerenarian Sea and the twilight reaches of Inquanok, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep strode brooding into the onyx castle atop unknown Kadath in the cold waste, and taunted insolently the mild gods of earth whom he had snatched abruptly from their scented revels in the marvellous sunset city.
This was sourced from this webpage so I’m grateful for the blogger pointing it out.
I haven’t read the story for some time, but it’s pure poetry, don’t you think, and goes some way to explaining the fascination with The Crawling Chaos, not just the name.