Northern European woodcut,
Wandering on a moonlit night,
One who, having once,
Looked round, walks on,
And then turns no more his head,
Because he knows, a frightful fiend,
Doth close behind him tread.
Casting the Runes!
Wandering on a moonlit night,
One who, having once,
Looked round, walks on,
And then turns no more his head,
Because he knows, a frightful fiend,
Doth close behind him tread.
Casting the Runes!