The wilderness stalls
Giving way to a theater of madness
Thundering to the brim
With the ramblings of poets

Ensnared by their rhythms
The years fade softly
Blissfully
Draining, every twinge of fright

The lights beam far and wide
Inviting all dissidents
To carve their sorrows into silence

Just over the hills
There, fellowship rings
For every rogue song

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