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Darkness Rides Again
The scorched plain offers him no shelter
He is lost within the earth's deep
And on it
Every sense fixed upon a jagged ruin
Vague heat stirs the dust and death
To carry it
There is a breeze that begs for life
But it comes by the fingertips of fire
And with it
Upon this bitter stretch, Darkness rules not
And he is like the shade
But gives none
He is my hopeless hope...my steed
In this hour I have called him
And he, me
He does not fear the sun's wrath
His back is a stone blackened not by it
But in spite of it
And so, Darkness carries me over grinding sands
His nose points toward the failing sun
And past it
We will become warriors in the twilight
And gods in the moonlight...
in the darkness
We ride
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