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John Thorne

Dark World

It’s a dark, dark world
Out there beyond these walls
And even though, within the depths of night
There always burns a neon light
A creeping darkness eats away–
A shadow cast in midnight’s day
And fear, our favored fiend
Who makes the sun seem but dreamed
Who in the deepest dark of night
Has us fumbling blindly for a light
Startled by a silent sound
Staring wildly all around
Listening fearfully in the hall
Imagining to hear darkness fall
For it’s a dark, dark world
Out there beyond our walls
Where, in the grim and rain-washed streets
Battered by our trampling feet
There sits a child, all alone
To sad to even moan
She is Love’s youngest daughter
And we all are each the absent father
And there within her dark and lonely corner
She weeps–our only honest mourner
But now the darkness closes in
And she–so sweet, so fragile and thin
Is left alone to brave the storm
Crying gently for something warm
For it’s a cold and dark, dark world
Out beyond our high-built walls
So cold that when the June winds blow
They bring a vicious summer snow
And, built by the settling icy weight
There rise up the teeth of Hate
Towers biting at the darkening sky
The malice of which makes us hope to die
But we will our lives maintain
To inflict upon us men unending pain
And savage men, driven mad by lust for blood
Slay savage men upon the Fields of Mud
Out within our dark, dark world
Out beyond those refuge walls
And in these filthy, mud-filled streets
In which fight the dogs for bits of meat
The ruined mass of Man is dying
And each, with leprous tongue, is trying
To lap the poison sewer water
To taste the rotted flesh of their last slaughter
And they weakly vomit, from time to time
Only adding to the muck and grime
That fills the gutters and is flowing over
As Death is circling lower and lower
It’s a dark, dark world out there
Out beyond these walls
Or is it so? –I cannot tell
For I, interred in my own eternal Hell
Am blind, and cannot see
The way that true things be
In this dark, dark world
Here inside these walls

Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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