Halloween Carols!
Rising of the Moon The thing I hunt, it lurks in every shadow that ever consumed a human soul: In crevices and pits and fens it hides, and snarls softly-- knows I'm here... I hear it breathing, very near, and I am ready-- must be ready for it --when it rages up and out from pit and fen-- to cast my spear, my spell-- I mean to conquer and compell! Even now, upon the mountains' cutting edge the glowing moon, it sets a-light and limns the highest peaks-- It pales the night, obscures the blessed... Sign in to see full entry.