The Toll
Vineyards grow
Beside a meadow
A whitewashed wall
A little piece of home
A peaceful den
Where worries forgotten
A happy place
Where nothing could happen
Vacant road
Now overburdened
Dragging weight
Of hope uncertain
A lost few
Found life in dark
A violent crew
No where to start
Pillage insight
Eyes shine with glee
Inside laid hope
Helps fill the empty
Steals drawn
Sights set
Vicious hunger
The beasts never rest
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