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Follow the path down through the forest,
Outgrow fear and continue as night falls.
Find the man inspired by Horace,
His screams louder than the raven's squall.
The dark, wretched woods is home to he,
Where his mind is an unbalanced wheel.
Each time the plan plots a plan to flee,
His darkened mind forces him to kneel.
E.K.
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