Welcome to the Nightmare Magazine Story podcast.

Enter freely and of your own free will.

I am your humble host, Terence Taylor, one very much at home with the Children of the Night.

Stay close as my muse, the medieval demon goblin, guides us down

into beautiful darkness. In this episode, before a full-length story, we have a poem. At the

side of my grave I stumble, written by April Elaine Carson and narrated by Gabriel DeCure.

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At the side of my grave, I stumble by April Elaine Carson.

First, there is the procession of the snakes, a wave of speckled heads with their thrilling patterns,

the tangle of their bodies as they weave between one another dancing, explaining what it means to live,

the anticipation of the soil. Then, the anticipation of the soil.

Then, the judgment of the living,

the whispers of those who cannot remain.

I step out of the house, onto that red line.

I walk a mile for the sake of appeasing fate.

Behind me, the delicate gasp of some winged thing tickles the back of my neck,

hums in my ear to tell me of the rot to come

I will turn a blind eye

Toward the morning sun

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