The Deep

Deep as the ocean
Moist as the soil
How long will you ache
How long will you toil
For things such as this
With devil at your march
Bow and an arrow
Eagerly arched
This is your dream
You must fight
Send those demons
Into that good night
Feel the fear
And take the dive
Don’t let night horrors
Eat you alive.

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