What do you make of this poem?
If you're ever around Dulac, be prepared.
Come by alone, but arrive scared.
Was many a soul lost but never found.
Down
Down
Down
in marshes green or brown.
Spring and winter.
Realizing what I said,
those who are dead
tell no tales,
but plenty is said
about those mysteries.
Some lose, some win...
the devil knows sin
as a small advantage.
When you deal with him/her
be prepared to fall
from great heights,
to water ever warm, ever lost.
Down Dulac way.