In the swamp
You hear all manner of things…
In the swamp
You can hear the whispers of the dead
The missing,
Long lost,
Never to be found again…
In the swamp
Sometimes you’ll hear her call your name
Best avoid her though
Lest no one hear from you again…
In the swamp
You may see one of them
There are creatures that lurk
That are far more than myth
Or perhaps you’ll find
The ghosts whom refuse to stay in their graves…
In the swamp
There are plenty of things…
Mysteries, Death,
Good food all the same
Sometimes food,
With the living still mixed in…
In the swamp
The dead can sing songs
Curses are placed upon enemies
Blessings upon friends…
In the swamp
You’ll have a great ole’ time
Come give us a visit
We promise,
…You’ll never want to leave again…
-In The Swamp-
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