Burdening Midnight Number Four
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The darkness parted somewhat
I clearly felt air upon me
The eyes had multiplied
Had I really never died?
Now I saw others
They could be wolf they could be tiger
The growled softly hungry
The darkness invading my senses
Let to dirt on my hands and knees
I felt for something
A club, something!
Then I had it in my hand
Joyous as a thousand Sundays
I swung the club and they whined
Growled and backed away slowly
There I collapsed waiting for morning
Which seemed to never come
But then a light was seen
Far and away
And at once I smelled the ocean
An island far away at sea!
And the club I waved
Not gnarled tree
But skeleton bone
Falling to the ground
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