December 16, 2011
By Anonymous

I raced across the empty land,
The brilliance slowly passing,
Following light across the sand,
The shadows were amassing.
Their sinful army at my tail,
With sunset at my head,
Piercing through the bitter gale,
And running with the dead.
My lost and loved surrounded me,
Their terror cutting deep,
Condemned to be forever past,
The safe maternal keep;
And I, who longed to rest my eyes,
Was forced to lead them all;
Horrorstruck at all the cries,
I ran into the

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