The hills
\nGive me chills
\nThe trees make me wheeze
\nThe cottage below
\nA tiny lamp glow<\/p>\n
A Great stretch of water
\nA pearly blue altar
\nSignificance magic spells everywhere
\nThe palest of skies
\nAnd the dampest of air<\/p>\n
Ethan we are looking for Ethan the boy
\nLost on the moors
\nAnd all of the joy
\nApparently smothered by
\nMischief and grief
\nBy the days he\u2019s been missing
\nIt\u2019s beyond belief<\/p>\n
The cry of an owl
\nA hooting refrain
\nThose old dry stone walls
\nBattered down by the rain
\nShadowy forms from the windows I saw
\nA dirty great
\nCrack was right down the front door<\/p>\n
Winter is here
\nThe frost has been hard
\nNo sign of the boy
\nThey are searching, a word
\nOf advice tempers frayed
\nGreat clouds briefly high
\nNow what occurred
\nWas a break in the sky<\/p>\n
Ethan where\u2019s Ethan
\nHe was gullible he
\nMight have gone down the cliffs
\nAnd fell into the sea
\nThe whirl pools and eddies
\nThe sharp rocks as well
\nThose searching however
\nThey know where he fell.<\/p>\n
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The hills Give me chills The trees make me wheeze The cottage below A tiny lamp glow A Great stretch of water A pearly blue altar Significance magic spells everywhere The palest of skies And the dampest of air Ethan … Continue reading