Following a dark road
Through a forest of sorrows
The night is never-ending
The dawn never coming.
Treading a stony path
Through a meadow of tears
The pain is unendurable
But still it must be endured.
Floating in an ink-black sea
On the night of the dark moon
The motion is unending
No safe place to land.
Stumbling through the night
On a path strewn with shards
Of broken glass and crystal
Life bleeding out behind.
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