Dark hallways staring hard The midnight creep begins... Tonight and every night, eternal wandering Treading the boards, stalking silent runway
Where do we go when we sleep? The somnambulist asks with their footfall What navigation are they using, dark maps? Do nightmares line the path like trees?
In the hall of the Midnight King With audience of languid shadows Making strides towards oblivion... Where do you go, my strange nightwalker
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