A certain song haunts me. For three years and more, the turning of 13 seasons, its words linger in my mind waiting for release to my consciousness. A jovial song, put forth by painted sprites; of seasons change and coming warmth that both hides and strengthens its insidious nature. My wife, devil woman, with innocent eyes and mocking smile knows she must only utter one line of its thrice cursed chorus to give it days, weeks, of unholy life again.
Just six words.
Three words, spoken twice.
The horror begins anew.
The horror... [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJJ94uw05KQ]