**DANCING ON THE DARKSIDE -- The Candia Harcourt Songbook** *5. Wrack of the Ticket to Ride the Darkbound Train* I did a job, I did bad shit, I did me a runner, sister, out of it. You got your love, and you got your art: You got me chasing my heart. Now I'm fucking off for the flipside where all songs end in hate and pain. Never thought I'd be a rider on the Darkbound train. You told me, "Dear, this ticket here, it's got to take you where you've got to go. I rode mine once, I won my soul -- It may break your dreams or make them whole." Nights in cold sheets, you still hold me on the platform, I feel your tears on my cheek like rain, When you see my Dream Ticket call me up a Darkbound train. In its steam I heard his call. He was crying secret, Evil and alone. Thought Nazgûl-boy might be your guy If your codes were rotten like my own. And I knew pity, and terror like never, I knew then what called and tasted its price. There in the whistle, promising Making, me his Muse and our future black wine. I shoved you aside, I climbed in the carriage, My heart pumping tar. Down the pit it plunged, all hope boiled dry, my skull scraped empty, Then I felt that spark flare divine and I hugged my fat knees in the bunk and cried. Now I smash a cold chisel into my readers' hopes, hacking out that snuff-fic, sucking up uran--- ---ium salts: my new soul's still riding on the Darkbound train. -- Gray http://www.quilpole.demon.co.uk "She does not get eaten by the sharks at this time." - William Goldman, _The Princess Bride_.