Starlit nights fade into dreary days, <br />Yet the midnight cold still lingers. <br /> <br />The light of the moon turns into blaring sun rays, <br />But you can feel the evening cold stilll in your fingers. <br /> <br />With this you become terrified, <br />So now we must give you welcome, <br />A welcome to the land of the lost.<br /><br />0 (Zero) ...<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/land-of-the-lost/
