Saturday, 2 March 2013


I hope and pray that I will find,

the child that I have left behind;

For as I hear the madness gloat,

a frightened scream rips from my throat;

A child's love, with blind ambition,

against my panicked admonition;

Into the heart of evil's lair,

I battle on, without dispair;

and search and wonder as I might,

I see no ending to my plight;

There is no point in searching more,

for I'm the one he's searching for.

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