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Through the mist, can his one eye see,
a place of darkness, where he should not be.
Thought of, as a land of great dispair,
where insects ran about in the old man's hair.
As he struggled to stay alive,
    Zorlakthe forces of darkness, would soon arise.Zorlak
  [GRiP/AD]To put an end to his useless life,[GRiP/AD]
not much would save him, not even a knife.

These branches of evil would never let go,
causing this beggar to freeze in the cold.
When death came to knock at his door,
it lifted his soul right off the floor.
What was then a living piece of meat,
is now a carcass with dirty, cut feet.
The old man was soon covered in sand,
so think twice before comming to Never Land.