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The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere--
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir-
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Now that
the proper mood has been set you may begin.
Once at the starting point on the edge of Central Park's North Woods,
your journey to the dark side begins by facing the compass direction of
the freezing waters where Shelley's monster met his demise.
Now start with the Number of a Man and subtract the number of lines in Ulalume,
the number of people present at the Last Supper, the number of
Salemites hanged, (Don't Fear) The
Reaper's place on the list of 500 Greatest Songs of All Time,
and the two-digit year of Orenthal's murder acquittal.
Now
project a waypoint that many degrees, and the number of feet equal to
the date of the Medusa sculpture at Korkyra.
Forget
straight lines. Tread carefully through the
ghoul-haunted woodland. Beware false turns and
remember that only vampires cannot cross running water (not so lovesick
zombies so be stealthy and remember that the trees have eyes,
especially in warm weather).
You will
soon arrive at Satan's Table, an ideal spot for a human sacrifice (or
lunch).
From here, face the Land of Nod. Project a waypoint using the two-digit
year of the theft of Charlie Chaplin's coffin for degrees, and the year
of St. Moses the Black's martyrdom for feet. This will lead you to
Beelzebub's Boulder.
Tread 3 grave lengths to your spooky reward.
Happy Halloween,
JeffandPia
10/31/07
A sign of the end.
The path to your final destination.
Beelzebub's Boulder
View from Beelzebub's Boulder.