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The Alchemist, v.1, issue 3, Summer 1940

Page 59

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----- THE ALCHEMIST ----- Page 59 M I D N I G H T BY Arthur L. Widner, Jr. 'Tis midnight when all good folks sleep; They know not of the ghastly things That sweep from tombs on batlike wings-- When ghouls awake and start to creep. They creep and gnaw in caverns deep, On bones that wear green, tarnished rings; In blackness only black earth brings-- They creep and crawl and dance and leap. The good folks sleep through midnight dark; And hear not the tittering laugh Of things that are but human half-- And less than beasts that whine and bark. I'm glad the good folks sleep in peace, 'Til dawn bids night its evil cease.
 
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