Magpie Tales
End of Day
The clock stuck the hour
People jostling for position
Finding places in the boats
Flexing their muscles
Pushing and shoving
The game begins
Setting the sails
The journey into darkness was near
Land of dreams and nightmares
The pale rider waits in the dark
He smiles
Perhaps in numbers
They can defeat him
But he always wins
The rules were drawn
In the long ago
In the morning you will
No longer be counted
The score will be posted
Your Mother will grive
It’s just the way
The game has always been played
For the people of Chilmark
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