I looked for you,
In an empty land,
Or was it a khandahar,
Of an earlier place;
With the many ladders, now,
Turned into Black and Brown,
A fierce game,
Of Ladders and Snakes.
The faith to survive, unhurt,
Sans the blessings, yet,
The steps moved,
And the mind stood;
Firm and still, to save,
And be with you, against,
The hoods that raised,
Most poisonous, seeking bates.
(Based on a dark dream)
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