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Ode to Dark Shadows Tween light and dark the drama plays The shadows of those golden days That made the courtly man to rise and sprout great fangs that caused demise Of widened eyes that bid them do Her evil deeds both wanton and askew Of events unearthly jarred in haze Of those transfixed inside her gaze. And all those tragic, noble folk His kinsman who the villagers spoke Of ghosts and witches and hounds from Hell From Widows Hill the music swells To Cobert's haunting salty theme As crashing waves on rocks still steam To rise above life's mundane hell And in us finds an immortal place to dwell |