Wandering spacelanes,
High and low.
Where I wander,
I never know.

THese roads I walk are paved in gold,
Their shimmering warmth my chilling cold.
Whispered prayers
And quiet confessions,
Adding to the din.

Hidden tears,
burning fears,
Hatred, and remorse.

Silence standing near at hand,
Watching fire sieze the land.
Taking steps side by side,
In the place where Worlds collide.

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DeadRow > Alessa would have hit it so hard whoever pulled him out would be crowned king of England, right?