| Across the Murky Marsh |
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| Rowing through an odd and chilling fog |
| Hidden from sanctity and sunlight |
| There are insects, mud and mutations |
| An occult bog of desolation |
| A ghastly view of nature’s reign |
| A latent contrast of life and death |
| Swamp wasps and weeping spirits; |
| Frightful roots and horrific branches |
| A sublime view of nature’s reign |
| A latent contrast of life and death |
| Opaque water, so thick, so dark |
| The moss; |
| spreading over my barque |
| In this eerie sketch I’m closing my eyes |
| And I leave my soul in the murky marsh |
