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Ode to Dark Shadows
by Delilah Robbins
Tween light and dark the drama plays
The shadows of those golden days
Of widened eyes that bid them do
Her evil deeds both wanton and askew
That made the courtly man to rise
and sprout great fangs that caused demise
Of events unearthly jarred in haze
Of those transfixed inside her gaze
And all those tragic, noble folk
His kinsman who the villagers spoke
Of ghosts and witches and hounds from Hell
From Widows Hill the music swells
To Cobert's haunting salty theme
As crashing waves on rocks still steam
To rise above life's mundane hell
And in us finds an immortal place to dwell
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