**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.
"She does not get eaten by the sharks at this time."
- William Goldman, _The Princess Bride_.