the eyes lie low,
as does the sight,
The weight starts to grow.
The noise starts to fade,
shadows grow tall,
while the lights wade,
They climb up the wall.
Shadows do survive,
while light dances,
dark creatures thrive,
Their mystic trances.
Look up and look down,
keep up the plow,
don't look around,
Not much longer now
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