Frosty HollowA Poem by David Lewis PagetDown in the depths of Frosty Hollow The Dell where nobody sleeps, The eyes are watching one another In case some human peeps, It sits in a time of hither and slime Each side of a distant flood, Where nothing is really worth the bother, The ancient Wizard stood.
He stood by the spell of them-and-us That he spun in a past go round, That sought the well of the what-they-were When the skies were close to the ground, And nobody sought to leave the Hollow Except in a cowl or hood, The ways of men were hard to swallow Outside the enchanted wood.
The stars that sparkled up in the trees Had promised a cold come in, But the Wizard ruled the things that matter And various types of sin, He ruled the currents that gave them breath, And told of the marsh outside, Where those who left met an evil death In the end, so nobody tried.
And slowly, he would increase the size Of the Dell to the world outside, The Dell would spread on the bones of the dead He said, in his sin of pride, But the eyes were fed with suspicions, and They looked to each other first, And the first in Hell were those in the Dell Who looked at the Wizard and cursed.
Down in the depths of Frosty Hollow The Dell where nobody sleeps, The eyes are watching one another In case some human peeps, It sits in a time of hither and slime Each side of a distant flood, And there you’ll find an ancient Wizard Who lies in a pool of blood.
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