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Mar 2010
A door creaks open, light pours in
An ice cold breeze blast onto my skin
My foot steps out upon the land
I walk across ice, grass and sand
The sun has gone down
and the moon has risen
darkness all around
I am stuck in this prison
I close my eyes and the darkness recedes
I must venture forth and continue my deeds
A mountain so tall
and an ocean so vast
I shall not fall
My goal surpassed
I lay on the floor my chalice in sight
this is something that I must do right
I am ready and willing to fight
In the end I'll stand here a Knight
Sean Keane
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Sean Keane  Hicksville
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