The Field IIBeware the long and open field,
For I am long gone,
A dark and sinister air,
Where the sun had once shon.
I am no longer waiting,
The time has now passed,
You were never to appear,
‘Forever’ did not last.
Thunder breaks the sky,
It is here to warn,
A deep white mist,
Above the fields of corn.
The trees now broken statues,
The air cold and thin,
A patch of worn grass,
I no longer sit in.
Poison and hatred,
Fill this eerie place,
See the broken surroundings,
See my broken face.
The evil stalk the field,
Looking for their prey,
Will they succeed in my failure,
And find you some day.
For you will be helpless,
No shelter or shield,
You arrived too late,
At the long and open field.
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