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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