Walking in the Dark

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A full moon shining, upon
a road steeply climbing.
Covered in mist and fog,
dense and hazy bark to bark.

A lifeless elm standing guard,
bent and horrifying, in the dark.
Upon the road, none tread,
one-eyed ravens, filled with dread.

The eerie light dispersed,
walking, a figure,
clad in white, dark in sight
a woman, frail and slight.

Endlessly walking,
the road accursed.
Tired and distraught,
a hungry soul.

Trying to reach,
the end of it all.
Dragged to the start again,
her end, viciously stalled.

A door faintly visible,
not letting her stray,
there someone waited,
lighting the way.

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