Moonbeams touch the soil, streak of fog surrounds the scene

The eerie wind is howling, a lantern light's the only gleam

The one-eyed owl is calling, hands hold tight the iron-lamp

The cold is paralyzing, ponderous steps trough misty damp

The atmosphere's tremendous, seasoned men are choked with fear

The presence of the phantom, a strange and sublime power's near

The figure's bathed in moonlight, a black dressed shape without a face

Celestial phenomenon and he disappeared without a trace

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