Home Genre horror Good People Die (Twelve Monoliths Book I)

40 DAYS / 40 NIGHTS

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  Footsteps in sand stepped

  A fortune withheld, a future kept

  Legends of an old land

  Blurred and ripped

  Sunken ships

  Lifelong trip

  Asleep by sun walk by the moon

  Time out of time much too soon

  Time within time

  Within mine

  Myths of a time

  Legends from a man

  Will of a boy

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  Each night walked a wish to stop

  Begged forward

  Pulled forward

  Stopped yet again

  It`s time to move again.

  Questions come in droves

  Answers, too, but not the right ones

  Old ones

  Wrong ones. Long ones, unneeded.

  Answers emptied into the sand. Thoughts bled to the grain

  The first rain

  The second pain

  No longer a phantom.

  The sun burns the sky longer each day.

  Sand Sand Sand Sand Sand

  And

  Halfway there

  Only I don`t know it

  Twice as long half the night

  Half the night twice the light

  Red orbed god like stare

  Knows I`m there

  Knows

  A figure in the horizon come into view

  Hope alights anew

  Faster I run

  Father speaks faster

  I oblige. I run. I run.

  Finally.

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