Thin Black Line
The lie between the line which fades
To bring a life, to save a life back from the brink of day.
For those who share and those who save,
The final word is all but theirs -
The binding clock which turns the tide
Will bring hope to lavished pride.
In turn to which will surely stand
To help and heal a witch's hand.
But those who seek are all but true
As it brings trouble through,
Dark and light, dawn and dusk.
As lines which blur turn to dust
As those who lie will quickly find -
The lie which lies between the thin black line.
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