Her Last Walk Through the Countryside
As I walk through the countryside
At the stroke of midnight,
All seems so quiet and serene.
The aroma of freshly planted
Spring flowers from the garden
Fills me with hope and ambition
That perhaps the next day
Will prove to be as fruitful
As this day has been.
Beyond the reaches of the far
Is a glaring light,
Something I have never noticed
Before in all my nocturnal strolls.
At this, I also note how there are
Strange chants, mostly in Latin.
But these are some strange phrases
Being made, and I can only
Hear so much of what is being said.
Something "malaficio." Something.
That something sounds. Uh.
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