Feu Follet Down in the old South, deep in the bayou,Old banyan trees rustle in the dank air.Stars of Aquarius come into view,Strange voices whisper their tales of despair. From the darkness rose a small ball of light,Magical orbs swirling before my eyes.A feu follet glowing, fiery and white;Paranormal renderings in the sky. Tear upContinue reading “Feu Follet”
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Colleen Keller Breuning 