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There is a bend upon a bridge
where I've often stopped
and sighed.
For upon this bend -
Has many a friend
Come to grief and died.
Is this a bridge where Demons prowl,
to strike out now and then?
Does Evil dwell about this place
to steal the souls of men?
It could be a ghoulish influence
that's waiting here with hate.
Or maybe Death -
with beckoning finger
Steers them to their fate.
Or is this bend like The Bridge of Sighs
Going over the River Styx ?
Is there a Ferryman in boat below?
Who whispers 'Nix, Nix, Nix'.
Whispering softly to the Fates,
On that awful night of fear,
'Unless a coin is tossed my way
it will cost them very dear,
A coin, A coin, where is the coin
Three more souls are coming by
If there is no one to pay my coin
Then these brave lads will die'
And was he waiting for his coin
The one coin to break the spell.
Was he stood there with hand outstretched?
As they thundered into Hell.
Three lads on Triumphs going wild
Flat out with Trumpets howling
Came to the end upon this bend,
where something Bad is prowling
Bang, Bang, Bang, and they lay dead
And the road they set alight.
Were whispers heard below the bridge?
On that Awful Friday Night
This place has a sweetness in the air
But sickly is the smell
Sickly Odours lurk to rot the brain
Or send a soul to Hell.
Mabjohn 2000
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Links:
Queen Mab's Domain
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