The Erlking Poem/Short Film

Once while I was on the website for the National Film Board Of Canada, I came across a short animatied film titled The Erlking. At the very beginning, it stated that it was based on the poem by Goeth, also titled The Erlking. The short film was a sand-on-glass animation, and played the story of a boy stolen by the "troll" named Erlking from his father while out in a horse-drawn wagon, and the depressing ending in which the father does get his son back...dead. I fell in love with the film.
It was art - cinematic art among the highest levels. So, due to curiosity, I read the poem. It was as dark and unsettling as the film, and I also fell in love with that. You may read below.

Who's riding so late through th' endless wild?
The father 't is with his infant child;
He thinks the boy 's well off in his arm,
He grasps him tightly, he keeps him warm.

My son, say why are you hiding your face ?
Oh father, the Erlking 's coming apace,
The Erlking 's here with his train and crown!
My son, the fog moves up and down. -

Be good, my child, come, go with me!
I know nice games, will play them with thee,
And flowers thou 'It find near by where
I live, pretty dress my mother will give."

Dear father, oh father, and do you not hear
What th' Erlking whispers so close to my ear?
Be quiet, do be quiet, my son,
Through leaves the wind is rustling anon.

Do come, my darling, oh come with me!
Good care my daughters will take of thee,
My daughters will dance about thee in a ring,
Will rock thee to sleep and will prettily sing."

Dear father, oh father, and do you not see
The Erlking's daughters so near to me?
My son, my son, no one 's in our way,
The willows are looking unusually gray.

I love thee, thy beauty I covet and choose,
Be willing, my darling, or force I shall use!
"Dear father, oh father, he seizes my arm!
The Erlking, father, has done me harm.

The father shudders, he darts through the wild;
With agony fill him the groans of his child.
He reached his farm with fear and dread;
The infant son in his arms was dead.

Disturbing, you tell me.  It inspires me to write something like that...so rythmic, so poetic, so dark. You may also see a clip from the short film here, but because NFB.com doesnt allow sharing on blogger, to see the whole thing you will have to go to http://www.nfb.ca/film/erlKing/. Trust me, if you enjoyed the poem, the short film will not let you down. The clip is shown below. I hope you enjoy.