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After the boy had taken a walk
with his dear - deceased - grandmother,
his feet were somehow led to a small, ancient church,
which was giving quite an imposing grandeur.
Partially sunken in the morass of the marshland
all foggy and chronically overcast ...-
the ancient house was waiting.
The haunted house lies waiting.
Clockwise the stone flight is spiralling upwards,
but soon the passage becomes too small to get on
even though the boy's now crawling.
Anxiously he attempts to restrain,
but his way back seems to be obstructed:
Gelatinous hearts are lined-up along the walls,
each of them inseminated -
or defiled - by a black tadpole.
A stone lion promises to be
the boy's rescue but only, if he
stops running away from him