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The light at the hall's end
Contributed by
Shadow
on
Monday, 26th January 2004 @ 08:36:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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The vacant streets lay still and dead
The wind pushes on my head
The cold wind chills me to the bone
I know now I am alone
My house is gray and filled with gloom
As if to hail my short lifes doom
The halls are dark and I am blind
I begin to hum to ease my mind
I slowly creep through the hall
Moving my hand along its wall
Slowly darkness turns to light
I squint my eyes at such a sight
The town is still and quite dead
Though this thought fills me with dread
There is none left here in sight
All have gone with the light
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2004-01-26 20:36:24]
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Re: The light at the hall's end
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by shelby on
Tuesday, 27th January 2004 @ 01:58:59 AM AEST
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ahhhhhhhhhh this is awesome it has me captivated with the flow the darkness I feel the cold chill this is great. I love the night.
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