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Chris Copping's mp3 sketch here
Key to authors' pseudonyms |
A Holy place, a tangled web
the corpse is self composing
when those around the fairy ring
see all their hopes exploding
fantasy ride, a twisted road
the course is self defeating
for you are down the slippery path
see all your days depleting
a tower black, the vultures glide
the force is hell unending
for those around the Holy Cross
see all their strength relenting
but you mustn't panic
when all around is dark
sunrise brings new hope
we have the last laugh
yes the sun will be here soon
a promise but he wont hurry
the black will soon be gone
so don't you worry
(Chorus)
It's darkest before the dawn
like an actor on the opening night
behind the curtain, chilled with fright
the frost bites the fertile lawn
it's darkest before the dawn |
