Along this forest path I roam
The spirits gather, unbounded
Through the mist, creeping
Their spindled arms reaching
Nowhere can I run, surrounded

Clutching at me with their thorns
Denying my passage of right
Desolate, lonely, forlorn
They cry in the silence of night

Yet as darkness grows dimmer
And morn starts to shimmer
The illusion fades in the light

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