Abandoned Bog

By JOSEPH C. KEMPE

In all that dim and leafy fen,
Deserted now by beasts and men,
There is no ear to hear the moan
That travels on the dank wind blown,
 Across the thick morass;

No eye to see the loathsome dance
Of forms that cleave the foul expanse
And stand at length on Outer Earth,
And with an eery, lustful mirth
 Chant out the Demon’s Mass!