Home
Over the vast Atlantic
To the land of the "free"
Across the country of the brave
Upon reaching the land of ten thousand lakes
Within an abundantly magical city
Along a not so quiet street
You'll find me on the corner of 54th
At home
Treasure Chest
Between heaven and hell
During the darkest of nights
Underneath the star blown sky
In a wide, flowing, grassy field
Toward the center of this ocean
Next to the base of a lone oak
You'll find it
The Unseen
By way of tedious transport
Through the narrow, winding streets
Past the fountain of the hero
To the market full of loud, bustling bodies
Across the pasture of crooning cows
Towards a solitary house
Beneath the creaky wooden floor boards
Lies only darkness
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