**DANCING ON THE DARKSIDE -- The Candia Harcourt Songbook**
*12.Holding out for a Hero in Our Own Homeground
till the End of the Night*
So it's dark once more, I'm running with my heart in my hand
Back from vacation
To bring some afflatus to my old man.
I'll sit on his lap crooning tender trash and sights as I've seen around
He'll sweat them for blood and black fun,
cut a song like a wound here in our homeground
This is his homeground
This is harm's homeground
This is my homeground
Where Docs go bad, where all the dogs are mad, where cruel means cool
There is a world of hurt where I must self-insert
And p'rhaps smoke a fool or two,
Hold a carbide light against the Endless Night,
drive a fist with diamond fangs
In the face of a leech-sleek grace
sucking wine from the pangs of its homeground.
The SotRound's rakes and ravers and deaths-on-call
May seem to set the tone here, but you know our kind ain't all.
One greyskin girl, she fed the mill a code it couldn't crack
Sang a silent song thirteen years
now they'll not claw her back to our homeground
Last night Bray he dreamed this Dark-Light split
started with sweet escapes
Write what's fit for sight, leave us shadow's shapes
But still we Make, we raise up characters; one day
I swear they'll speak aloud, in hardlife heads,
and say guys looky what we've found,
we're from your homeground...
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"She does not get eaten by the sharks at this time."
- William Goldman, _The Princess Bride_.