Number 1
Passing I alone through this Stygian wood
Quite alone, with ghastly breaths travels ‘long
In my heart, bleak darkness resides for good
Comes much bleaker by the hours bygone
That; and lo, desolation trail in sight
And the birds stopped singing and flew away,
At eventide, cold frost bleeds side to side
The fog embraces the mute folks who stay
Whose smoky whispers, their presence erased
I don’t care if the ground kisses my feet
And blesses me the sight of forward way
Yet this darling dolor could make me plead
It’s good to know a step guides another
Then comes mournful twilight, the roads diverge
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