Up in a foggy little hollow of the mountings, it were a grim and giesely night 'mid vapours, an' Hogeye had slipped up the pike from his home to lead us in a grand and glorious round of tunes from the Dark Side.... while on cat was fast-prisoned, another, new Cat took shape as the ballads flew through the air twixt Hogeye and a man passing himself off as Uncle DaveO... even the gospel and Sacred Harp songs the ladies offered had a gloomious tone to them.... oh I don't recall the names of the songs but the blessed dead were more than mere memories.... and all the while, Mmario sat calmly and silently, crocheting through the bloody gore... maybe HE can tell us... IF he ever got home alive...

~S~