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The clock is counting, the game's begun;
Another body left beneath the sun...
A message shot into blood-red heat;
A hole is left, the depth: six feet.
The gun is aimed, the trap is set -
But who will fall into whose net?
A book, a map, will guide the day;
But who remains to see the way?
The clues lead here, but no one goes;
The follow scraps that no one knows.
Guesses fall, but which is right?
The world will fall in burning light...
The pen, the sword – here, fiction meet.
The tale survives – a wondrous feat.
Instinct follows and leads the mind;
And two sides of a coin to each other are blind.
AN: I am soo glad that I didn't watch these episodes live - that would have been infuriating... Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! Gramercy, and God bless you. Namárië!