This is hungry country, one notch above hell.
He said, as he stepped out in to the wind, before the darkness fell.
And again came the long red sunset,but no moon rose up in the night.
I looked out in to the darkness beyond where flames  could fight.
Past the fire was nothing, nothing but stillness and cold.
I dreamt of warmth from the suns ascent, but woke before the night did fold.