Herds of the Fathomless Valleys

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Sittin' on a cloud high over the lonesome Black Hills. They stretch into quiet to the hole that the Badlands fill. Sometimes it feels like nothing, other times so much more. Like when you dance upon the dust of the lonesome Badlands floor. When you drift across the sky of dyin' stars and new ones born. Sometimes it's burnin' heat beatin' Hell upon my face. Sometimes it's blowin' snow buryin' my path without a trace. Sittin' on a fence of twistin' and rusted razorwire. The morning bird was singing a song for the old day that expired. Driftin' down a dirtroad of dyin' days and new ones born. I will meet you there, the dust is where we all return. When you drift across the sky of dyin' stars and new ones born.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 13, 2025

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I'm just a wanderer to all who meet me, slip out the back door so discretely. "Lady luck never shined on me" the old man sighed. "I always walked under shades of midnight, dodging streetlights, livin in the shadows feels like home." "But sometimes I feel so far from home." I'm just a wanderer to all who meet me, slip out the back door so discretely, just rambling along. "But once I knew true love and for her heart I still long." "I once thought about heading back to the prairie, but this load on an old back is a bit too heavy to carry." I don't know but never tried. But I know I never learned to smile 'cus I never learned to cry. I was never grounded and it kept me from reaching for the sky. "So now I sit here with more than a handful of regrets, and the damn things won't leave my chest." "There's a tattoo for a lady, we'll call her Lisa Marie, and another from a friend who used to mean so much to me." "They all faded with time." "Those dirty street puddles I bathed myself in, never washed my hands clean of original sin." "Don't mean to burden you with this story, lord knows I'm no preacher, teacher, or suit and tie." "I don't know, but I never tried." "Without being grounded you can never reach..." the old man said as he disappeared into the night sky.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 13, 2025