A little Halloween poem, read by Dale Grothmann. It lies beneath a sunless sky,Deep in the entrails of a bog;Gnarled willows hide it, lifting highTheir tortured arms; and never frog,Nor newt, nor toad, nor dragonflyDare come within its deadly fog.For evil spirits there are boundWithin its slime: an impious runeThey chant, nor is there other…
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