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"A Dream at the Outposts"	  By: Nurse Melody	2001

Now that I've found my way here to the borderline,
Oh, that the gate divides, and where the mists resides,
I guess that fortune may smile like a valentine.
How I found my way here, I just have no idea.
And now they grant me the routine choice as they always do
And with his eyes piercing down through his bespectacled stare
There's just no contest of course, and now I'm passing through
To enter mystery's house, yes of course I dare.

I'm blessed by his theatrics, style, wit and grace.
As he lifts back the veil, and he begins his tale
I pray that my uninterest claims not my face.
I'd rather have a full tour, or just a little more
Because he looks way too sharp in his green suit and black shoes.
And I do know of course it's not polite to stare
But I can't solve the mystery, or find any clues- just
The gleam in his eyes, the points on his teeth and hair.
 
I want to stay forever here at the outposts
Right where the lines of the realms divide.
Far, far away from the grasp of the waking world
Dreaming a way for me to reside
With all the shilling shockers and penny dreadfuls.
I'll listen to my caretaker tell
Every mystery story that there ever was
As he tells them undeniably well.
Amongst the dusty tomes, and all the cobwebbed halls
Just to kiss the first murderers lips.
For him to ravage me so with a need so strong
Until my grasp on reality slips.
Tracing my finger across the mark on his brow
And to all of his whims relent.
In the arms and the mercy of the first born son
Until the last of eternity's spent.

He says I must leave now, I must be on my way.
So I praise his ware 'it was a dreadful nightmare'
And his ego relents, so for dinner I'll stay.
Than the guests start to arrive, who did not survive
The enigmas they've become; under files marked 'unsolved'.
They've departed with too many loose ends left behind.
But I just watch our host as he becomes so involved
In this, his soiree, he's prepared and designed. 

His brother is now speaking - of course he says something wrong.
Our host stares down at the steak knife - gleaming.
He knows his rage will prove a task to hold back for that long.
But he has guest to tend to - dreaming.

And now the dinner parties over, if I'm not wrong.
He walks me out the door, despite how I implore.
He says I've already been here for far too long
And its time that I go, of this I should know - well
Perhaps by luck or chance I might come back another day.
I look back at the door, and hear his brothers' scream.
And wonder if he knows how much I wish to stay
Here with my caretaker in this my cherished dream.

I want to stay forever here at the outposts
Right where the lines of the realms divide.
Far, far away from the grasp of the waking world
Dreaming a way for me to reside
With all the shilling shockers and penny dreadfuls.
I'll listen to my caretaker tell
Every mystery story that there ever was
As he tells them undeniably well.
Amongst the dusty tomes, and all the cobwebbed halls
Just to kiss the first murderers lips.
For him to ravage me so with a need so strong
Until my grasp on reality slips.
Tracing my finger across the mark on his brow
And to all of his whims relent.
In the arms and the mercy of the first born son
Until the last of eternity's spent.

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