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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The twilight cold turning crimson black The sounds that deaden on the black cast track She stands waiting for her lovers hand She stands waiting for the home they found A cry of fear cracks through the dark She sees a woman being pulled into a car The lights in the building disappear the as the doors are locked She shrugs her shoulders reaching for her phone The caretaker looks and sees and walks over to her She points to the scene where the cries were heard The silhouette of a man notices their stares He locks the car doors and starts for the stairs The caretaker tells the lady to get behind his back The lights of her husbands car appear on the track The dark framed man stands under the moonlight cast Motionless like a statue he shouts across The husband holds his wife's hand and feels her trembling fear The man starts walking forward so that they can hear He says she's his daughter not more than sixteen years old That an older man promised her everything cast in 18 carat gold! That he told her to meet him here and that they'd fly so far away The girls in the car, her father's here; what does this other man have to say? The three people don't believe what next they hear That the man was here but he's now disappeared The man lifts his hand clad in black leather glove He says that the love he had promised his daughter was a dark kind of love That they could ask him himself but a word he said they would not understand Then he squeezes his fist and releases what's in hand As the teeth hit the Tarmac one by one The man says to them: He's lucky I didn't have a gun.
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