Not a soul ... But felt a fever of the mad and played Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners plunged into the foaming brine and quit the vessel, then all afire with me. The king’s son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring — then, like reeds, not hair— Was the first man that leaped, cried, “Hell is empty And all the devils are here.”
HALLOWEEN at TRUST ... more scary info coming soon ...!