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sardonic bay as of some gigantic hound, and I saw that it held in its gory, filthy claw the lost and fateful amulet of green jade, I merely screamed and ran away idiotically, my screams soon dissolving into peals of hysterical laughter.

Madness rides the star-wind claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses  dripping death astride a bacchanale of bats from night-black ruins of buried temples of Belial Now, as the baying of that dead, fleshless monstrosity grows louder and louder, and the stealthy whirring and flapping of those accursed web-wings circles closer and closer, I shall seek with my revolver the oblivion which is my only refuge from the unnamed and unnamable.





They haled him to the crossroads As day was at its close; They hung him to the gallows And left him for the crows.

His hands in life were bloody, His ghost will not be still; He haunts the naked moorlands About the gibbet hill.

And oft a lonely traveler Is found upon the fen Whose dead eyes hold a horror Beyond the world of men.

The villagers then whisper, With accents grim and dour: "This man has met at midnight The phantom of the moor."