

The ClockIn the silent nightThe Clock
A large wooden clock Hangs crooked on a wall, How it ticks, How it bongs
In a house near the docks, In a dry dusty room, With fireplace and broom.
O how it ticks, How it bongs In the silent night.


The Apple OrchardThere was onceThe Apple Orchard
an apple orchard Where no one was killed
or tortured,
Where birds sang
and leaves
danced in the breeze,
Where children climbed
and laughed in the trees, Atop branches
that blanketed the sky
overhead Where apples grew sweet
and bright red.


The Stranger They LovedThe people of Forliner Were happy and healthy In their little village On top the green hills.The Stranger They Loved
Until the day when A man came to them All covered in beard And with a robe in hand.
He said to them: I am here, You have waited, Many years for me.
The people looked at him And replied: Who are you whom we wait? They said all at once.
I am your son, Your father, Your mother, I am your friend, And I am your brother.
The people heard this And laughed for a bi


The Lake of CorpsesThere is a lake in the west, Across the woods and the hills And the Mountains of Unrest, I have seen it there.The Lake of Corpses
It grows with every night, Its shape is like a stain,
Underneath the starlight On the surface of the plain, I have seen it there.
It is not a lake of water, But of bodies of the dead And gore from the slaughters Of the wars that we led, I have seen it there.
The smell is of rot and rust From decaying flesh on the shore Forever left in the dust Sleeping without a snore, I have
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