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Mag
Evening On The Pontine Marsh
Evening falls on the marsh
Birds cry out to the setting sun
Louder and louder
Imploring the solar orb
To rise once again
Its work is done
Painting the last hues
Of gold, silver and red
Before sinking
A twilight world of bugs and insects
Voracious horde
Preying on man and beast
Immune to hot, to cold
Swarms over the swamps
Stinging, biting, sucking
Night has already fallen
A cold, humid air fills the bog
Birds are still
As if drugged by witch‚s brew
Fog rises from below
Like dragon's breath
Bellowing from the bowls of hell
Bringing Dante's lake to mind
Mist lays close to the earth
All enveloping in an all-around cover
Darkness descends silently.
- Ronnie Lamkin
- Italy
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