Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The Summer of All Fears
When at night you hear strange noises outside
See shadows in the streetlight down the lane
Hear soft footfalls behind you in the dark
Feel an icy breath from some unseen being
Taste death upon a hissing northern wind
Shiver in an unnatural rolling fog
Smell terror lurking like a vampire’s hate
It’s…
It’s those…
[said in a terrified whisper]
Canadians
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