# Yule Horror
Author: Bappho

Yule Horror  
by H. P. Lovecraft

There is snow on the ground,  
And the valleys are cold,  
And a midnight profound  
Blackly squats o'er the wold;  
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un- hallowed and old.  
  
There is death in the clouds,  
There is fear in the night,  
For the dead in their shrouds  
Hail the sin's turning flight.  
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule- altar fungous and white.  
  
To no gale of Earth's kind  
Sways the forest of oak,  
Where the sick boughs entwined  
By mad mistletoes choke,  
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

## Comment 1
Author: [Borttaget]

Rysligt, mysig dikt... :)

## Comment 2
Author: Casiopeia

Så vacker...! Mysrysning :-)

## Comment 3
Author: Bappho

Att läsa varje år innan julklappsöppning.

## Comment 4
Author: Ganna

"It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind."