His eyes, they shine
with haunted light.
He draws the line
between sane and right.
He gropes through
the yawning dark,
sinister, hazy--
a hunting shark.
He met me at
the world's divide.
He sang to me
until I cried.
He is near, and near is nigh.
He is here to clarify.
with haunted light.
He draws the line
between sane and right.
He gropes through
the yawning dark,
sinister, hazy--
a hunting shark.
He met me at
the world's divide.
He sang to me
until I cried.
He is near, and near is nigh.
He is here to clarify.
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