Hangman's hands laid in this tomb an
Imp of Satan's getting, whom an
Ancient legend says that woman
Never bore--he owed his birth
To Sin herself. From Hell to Earth
She brought the brat in secret state
And laid him at the Golden gate,
And they named him Henry Vrooman.
While with mortals here he stayed,
His father frequently he played.
Raised his birth-place and in other
Playful ways begot his mother.
Ambrose Bierce
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
From Hell To Earth
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ambrose bierce,
gargoyle,
poem,
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3 comments:
It is always uncomfortable when someone stares at you like that. What a creep.
Ambrose Bierce, I feel he is often overlooked or maybe over-shadowed by his contemporaries, I really dig his work.
Agreed.
Kind of addicted to his work now.
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