Throughout our world is granite proof
Of the devil’s hand:
Bridges too ancient to have used
The techniques of man,
To manipulate the stone itself
To hold in place;
The mass of rock impossible
To bear its weight
Across an impassible gulf,
A dream too wide.
A fiendish architect had to abet
This treacherous lane,
To construct this path on earth: to pave
The mortar in these stones,
The devil’s hand, they say, was in it.
Man sold his soul
To lease a bridge which still demands
The greatest toll.
Short little piece on devil’s bridges. I am not convinced by the folkloric claims myself, but it certainly adds an air of mystery to them. Pictured is the Rakotzbrücke in Germany, a particularly fairytale-like example.