The moon seemed to veil herself before the bold looks of Satan. The night was cold. All the doors were closed, all the windows darkened. and the streets deserted. From their appearance, one would have...
—James Hain Friswell
ENTER THIS DESERTED HOUSEBut please walk softly as you do.Frogs dwell here and crickets too.Ain’t no ceiling, only blueJays dwell here and sunbeams too.Floors are flowers – take a few.Ferns grow here and daisies too.Whoosh,...
alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know
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