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Fantasy Fan, v. 2, issue 5, whole no. 17, January 1935
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76 THE FANTASY FAN, January, 1935 By monolith and haunted fen Down to the mandrake mere It prowls to meet the sheeted dead That squeak and gibber there; And nameless things, not beasts nor men, With bat-like creatures vie, And loathsome reptiles writhe and hiss Till daybreak pales the sky. A thousand shapes the Things-- A thousand shapes or none-- All forms of Fear since Earth was born It mirrors as its own; It apes each rhythmic Elder Sign As it doth onward creep, Awakened by man's blasphemies From out its age-long sleep. THE GHOUL'S PARADE by Lionel Dilbeck When the bells toll midnight And Dark things begin to roam, The old house shivers, and the Walls begin to moan. The rats stop their scurrying And everything is quiet; The moon rises, softly, As if in fright. The wind howls mournfully Through the skeleton trees, And the breath of corruption Is bourne in on the breeze. The corpse in the cellar Mouths a slobbering curse; On those who have slit his throat, And robbed him of his purse.
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76 THE FANTASY FAN, January, 1935 By monolith and haunted fen Down to the mandrake mere It prowls to meet the sheeted dead That squeak and gibber there; And nameless things, not beasts nor men, With bat-like creatures vie, And loathsome reptiles writhe and hiss Till daybreak pales the sky. A thousand shapes the Things-- A thousand shapes or none-- All forms of Fear since Earth was born It mirrors as its own; It apes each rhythmic Elder Sign As it doth onward creep, Awakened by man's blasphemies From out its age-long sleep. THE GHOUL'S PARADE by Lionel Dilbeck When the bells toll midnight And Dark things begin to roam, The old house shivers, and the Walls begin to moan. The rats stop their scurrying And everything is quiet; The moon rises, softly, As if in fright. The wind howls mournfully Through the skeleton trees, And the breath of corruption Is bourne in on the breeze. The corpse in the cellar Mouths a slobbering curse; On those who have slit his throat, And robbed him of his purse.
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