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On the road The dark of night A fingernail moon You’re only light Dead gnarling trees And hooting owls The tensions thick It twists your bowels The air is chill It cuts the skin It’s hard to think The trouble you’re in Surely lost This road is queer Every dark turn Filled with fear Every step uphill No hope in sight Every step you take Takes all your might Just when you think The end is near The way ahead It starts to clear Fog starts to lift It clears your sight And up ahead Reveals a light It takes the shape Of a cottage door Whether it’s safe You’re not quite sure A wayward cottage You might find rest Or just another Of the devil’s tests Light so bright You cannot see Just through the door What might there be You steal your courage Through the door You’re in suspense And I’ll tell no more
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Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
Suspense
On the road The dark of night A fingernail moon You’re only light Dead gnarling trees And hooting owls The tensions thick It twists your bowels The air is chill It cuts the skin It’s hard to think The trouble you’re in Surely lost This road is queer Every dark turn Filled with fear Every step uphill No hope in sight Every step you take Takes all your might Just when you think The end is near The way ahead It starts to clear Fog starts to lift It clears your sight And up ahead Reveals a light It takes the shape Of a cottage door Whether it’s safe You’re not quite sure A wayward cottage You might find rest Or just another Of the devil’s tests Light so bright You cannot see Just through the door What might there be You steal your courage Through the door You’re in suspense And I’ll tell no more
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Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
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