Haunted Nursery Rhyme II
I saw the infinite, starry shroud descend—
And vicious, violent gusts did its great fall send.
Then, too, fell down leaden drops of cold, black rain;
How it foretold of the night’s imminent reign.
Blades of dead, rank grass bend to and fro—
Now vacant oblong cases shall show.
Leave not at this hour; it has thus begun.
The tempest, too, is here, and you mustn’t run.
Wrathful, blinding blazes igniting the billows—
Thunderous, cracking roars and shuddering willows.
Shall you soon learn of my well-concealed secret—
Of forsaken phantoms with lost pasts beset?
Follow us tonight, and we shall reveal,
The fated terror that all mortals feel.
Ah, the funereal smile
Does everlastingly beguile.
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