Yule Horror
by H. P. Lovecraft
There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ feastings un- hallowed and old.
There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sin's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule- altar fungous and white.
To no gale ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ Earth's kind
Sways the forest ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ oak,
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ the dark, from the graves ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ the lost Druid-folk.
by H. P. Lovecraft
There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ feastings un- hallowed and old.
There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sin's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule- altar fungous and white.
To no gale ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ Earth's kind
Sways the forest ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ oak,
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ the dark, from the graves ************SPAM/BANNEAR************ the lost Druid-folk.