Under the ground, or under the sea,
Somewhere, somewhen’s waiting for thee.
There’s a room you won’t leave, or a bed you won’t flee,
For somewhere, somewhen is waiting for thee.
"To the Wicked, Death Speaks,"
The Peregrine Review: Vol. 34, Article 26.
Available at: https://mosaic.messiah.edu/peregrinereview/vol34/iss1/26