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The beating is done, the extacy over The Master is gone away to sleep Staying behind in the chilly dungeon You curl up your limbs and weep The hours of fear are left behind you The agony of wanted pain The shadows lurking, hovering, waiting You have felt their threat again Your skin afire, your mind a blur Shaking from the raw ordeal Chains still rattle in the distance Soft light reflects cold steel There is silence now, the screams have faded Darkness shields you from the night Soon another day will be dawning To announce new hours of fright Frodo © WanderingSpirits 2001 |
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