STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind
For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery"
Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
Monday, March 28, 2011
Our Lady of Martins
From the wood she comes
and in the woods she stays
but kill the last tree
and at last she'd be free
And the Martins would dance at her feet
And all foxes bow
as the last Hunt Started