From the recording The Haunting of Mary Shelley


“How slowly the time passes here, encompassed as I am by frost and snow… So strange an accident has happened to us, that I cannot forbear recording it…” Effusions entrance my soul My hopes must fluctuate My spirits are oft distressed You’ll see me soon, Or nevermore A Voice in the Dark How slowly time passes here Encompassed as I am By frost and by snow I am as fixed as fate I have scarce an idea Beyond the rope and the shroud I can’t stop Or turn back now I’ve too much left unsaid I am your voice in the dark No light shines upon my lips They whisper unheard Unseen and unfelt I have no friend “We perceived a low carriage fixed on a sledge and drawn by dogs pass on towards the north. A being which had the shape of a man, but apparently of gigantic stature…”