SCAVENGER HUNT
Beastly portability, extravagant claims.
Such are the dreams of the huntsman at night :
deep, dark woods wherein the ogres reside,
coaxing dreams from daylight and extremes
from twilight; anxious animals hover near the
grate. I am listening with one ear to something
Sibelius wrote - a great northern suite, a tune
of Karelia, marked much without rhythm yet
harnessing a beat. It reminds me of evil and Hell.
All together, like this, some nightmare gathers
within the folds of my cloak.
Beastly portability, extravagant claims.
Such are the dreams of the huntsman at night :
deep, dark woods wherein the ogres reside,
coaxing dreams from daylight and extremes
from twilight; anxious animals hover near the
grate. I am listening with one ear to something
Sibelius wrote - a great northern suite, a tune
of Karelia, marked much without rhythm yet
harnessing a beat. It reminds me of evil and Hell.
All together, like this, some nightmare gathers
within the folds of my cloak.
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