Path
A twisted path,
Rough and overgrown,
Entangled, chaos,
Only the outline is seen.
Of this once well used route,
now where it led to is shrouded with secrets,
No one walks this way for fear of the dangers that tread this way,
They will find a true treasure not of gold and jewels or of any precious metal,
For these are not true treasures they lead to pain.
Walk this path if you dare,
To find a treasure beyond price.
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