A crow flew to me, kept it’s distance
Such a proud creation
I saw it’s soul, envied it’s pride
But needed nothing it hadAn owl came to me, old and wise
Pierced right through my youth
I learned it’s ways, envied it’s sense
But needed nothing it hadA dove came to me, had no fear
It rested on my arm
I touched it’s calm, envied it’s love
But needed nothing it hadA swan of white, she came to me
The lake mirrored her beauty sweet
I kissed her neck, adored her grace
But needed nothing she could give

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Spooktober 23 – The Immortal Hand
“The Immortal Hand” is a supernatural short story written by pulp author Arlton Eadie (the pseudonym of Leopold Leonard Eady). It was originally published on March 1929 in Weird Tales and features interior artwork by the prominent pulp illustrator C.C. Senf. “With a calm and




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