Across The Moor
Foggy, dark and gloomyA place where few people dwell
Lots of sinister surpises
Quicksand, swamplike marshes
Plenty of hiding spaces
For those who wish to cause
Harm or some serious mischief
Not too many sites here
They mostly hang out overseas
The British isles to be exact
They might seem to be peaceful
A quiet spot for a nice walk
But they can also appear quite eerie
So be careful, it could be
That it takes a bit longer to cross
Than you first expected
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