Dungeon Men
Trapped inside a hole of hatred
dungeon men ratteling bones
Trying to lure the humdrum dog
Drooling, with the keys clenched in it's mouth
They give out cries of sorrow
calling the scruffy dog
holding the keys
Nightfall comes
The men lay cold on the frigid floor
Not knowing what they have in store
They long their freedom, as it calls to them
during their sleepless nights
in the jail cell
They dream of the summer mornings
dream of snowy nights
with the iceicles glistening in the moonlight
laynig cozy, in their warm, heated house
Wanting, waiting for their release
hopeing, dreaming to be in peace
The dungeon dog howls, a long, piercing howl
Wondering why he's there
he asks himself
"How did I get in the mess?
I want to run outside, not to wander dreary, filthy dungeon cells!"
But that also is what the dungeon men say
they whisper that message to themselves
every night
They stay and dwell
in filthy old dungeon cells
With papers that say life long sentence
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