Bent on Churning

There was a darkness worth observing,
A place of constant mourning,
The lads would keep from looking,
Their little fears bent on churning,
It weighed on them as heavy clothing,
And kept them checked from veering,
For if they found what was lurking,
They’d surely shift their brooding,
And replace with steadfast yearning.

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