Dark Sentiments 2013 – Day 11: The Old Hag

| October 11, 2013

So on his Nightmare through the evening fog Flits the squab Fiend o’er fen, and lake, and bog; Seeks some love-wilder’d maid with sleep oppress’d, Alights, and grinning sits upon her breast. ~ Night-Mare ~ Erasmus Darwin O’er her fair limbs convulsive tremors fleet, Start in her hands, and struggle in her feet; In vain […]