Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness - for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
-- Edgar Allan Poe --
---The Maple tree black overshadows---
---The lake mist caress the meadows---
---The Raven calls to spirit fellows---
Welcome, Friends and fiends! to Ghost Country!
This Series follows the tales of a certain family, The Whipstaffs.
At first thought, despite small squabbles, they would seem to be a normal family.
A family of three-four uncles and their nephews.
A family of relatively good values, Normal, All expect for a small detail -
They're Dead.
The Whipstaff Uncles have adopted a new member into the family, By insistent request of the youngest nephew.
Enter Tayra B. Van Whipstaff. Tayra is a youthful girl of 15 years, And some say she looks exactly like her oldest uncle.
Except the fact that she is deformed, And oddly resembles a crossing of a human, a dog, and a lemur.
She never knew her parents, and her life is missing before age 8, So she has no way of knowing why or how she got this way.
Fallow young Tay as she lives her life with a family of ghostly spirits
who, themselves, have a yet undiscovered family history, in a countryside
where legends and wives-tales wash the ground, and a certain
unearthly presence holds commander in the skies.
=WELCOME TO GHOST COUNTRY=
