Lancaster/Lebanon

Horned Gods and their monsters crowd the woods
Leering at meals making quick along the highway at 3:00 AM
They send pasty faced ghost men who have no eyes
To wander the shoulders, in and out of view
Beckoning travelers into the unforgiving fog
And hard and fiery deaths
Let the music be my master
Fog-washed face and blown out ears
Quickening home…

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