There is a Low and Fearful Cry

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There is a low and fearful cry

Which, on occasion, I do hear

When I find myself alone

And prone to silent fear


It stops me in a morbid pose

And brings out thoughts forbidden

Which my conscious mind had tucked away -

Had all but safely hidden


The call is deep and curdles blood

Stirs emotions which I thought were gone

Trembling, I cannot help but

Dance to its unholy song


But when I hear this horrid cry

The dreadful thing I always find

Is that despite its foreign sound

That fearful cry is mine


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