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[aid] => mick
[title] => The dark land
[time] => 2006-05-08 05:48:14
[hometext] => inspired by stephan kings The Stand
[bodytext] => Standing in the red twilight Hand in hand the valley below Standing, the battle awaits Where nightmares walk and rational thought is dead Hand in hand Glad to have you here Here at the end of all things It’s been a long walk My skin burned my senses numb I haven’t eaten in weeks My clothes ounce new now tattered and fallen I am so tired but you keep me keeping on The only sanity in a desert of madness I am naked Stripped in the knife wind You keep me warm Share the cross you cursed me with Keep the demon dogs at bay I have walked, and starved, and cried for those I left behind I have suffered but I no longer mind the pain The heat, the dark, the rain I have you to hold my hand Here we stand the dark lands below When I left home you were with me Hand in hand you showed me the way But I got cocky at the mountain I climbed to fast and fell Then had to find another way The devil found me there He tore my clothes and I ran with him His sulphur breath kept me awake at night Finally I collapsed My life force spent slipping away I cried out to you as the monsters came forth And you came You took my hand and they vanished cursing into the dust I’ll never let go again Hand in hand let us go to the valley below Darkness waits All my friends are gone my family dead My life past forsaken I watched the millions die as they chocked on there fruit I saw, empires fall and felt my heart break with the loneliness of loss All that was before is gone There is nothing behind but dust Come let us go hand in hand to valley dark valley bellow Death waits I could still turn back I will stand For all the reasons it’s the only thing to do I’m glad to hold your hand as I descend into hell To the dark land and then perhaps home [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 49 [informant] => PLformalyknownasPpaul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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