Curious pathway, hidden by rock,
You beckon me, beckon me,
calling me to take stock,
of what great new wonders I may find,
ignoring the friends who might tell me to mind,
To mind! To mind! The cold icy hand,
the crawling death worm,
the lost of the land,
to fear! To fear! The dark and unknown,
the call of the shadows,
lest I come to call them home.
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