And yet within this place,
I saw a wavering face,
Staring back at me.

SPURS
We travel much, yet prisoners are,
And close confined, to boot.
Yet with any horse we will keep pace,
And always go on foot.

GALLOWS
When people come for me to meet,
They come to me with heavy feet.
The one I hold,
When I get my chance,
Will turn and spin,
And start to dance.

FOG
When it comes in,
>From sea to shore,
Twenty paces you'll see,
No less, no more.

BARK
Like dogs shouting at the moon,
Or armor worn by the trees.
Like a sharply spoken command,
Or a tiny vessel upon the seas.

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