Tove Jansson

Through endless forest dark and drear no comfort near a little girl alone did roam so far from home the way was long the night was cold the thunder rolled the girl did weep no more I’ll find my mother kind for in this lonely haunted spot my awful lot will be beneath this tree to lie and slowly die.

Tove Jansson
The Dark
in Sculptor’s Daughter (1969, 2013)
 
 

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