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Sinking
I waited - entwined in tortured song,
That had been singing all night long.
It danced upon the dark dense air,
And whispered a hymn of sadness, fair.
It governed my mind, and reaped my head,
As I rest upon my gentle bed.
It's howling voices all around me rang,
But louder than all, Satan sang:
"Sleep in the land
Where the uncertain dwell,
In the place without time,
Even deeper than Hell,
Where unruly creatures,
Roam deserted lands,
And seas set in fire,
Burn ashy, black, sands."
Intranced within the lullabye,
I shut my ever weary eyes.
Sinking, slowly, into my death...
Gasping, quickly, for one more breath.
Satan still taunts me with his tune
Though I've landed upon his wretched ruines.
With one more verse he tells my tale
In a haunting pitch and a piercing wail:
"I shall keep you here
Where the uncertain dwell,
Where there is no time,
- This IS your Hell,
Though try as you may,
To claw out with bare hands,
Your body will rot,
On my ashy, black sands."
