Long at last
Had their hearts been pure.
Not knowing of the silent days to come.
The though of darkness
So far away from the mind,
But temptations still finds a path.
The mind is focused
But cluttered all the same.
Ill thoughts cross the mind
And the well lite path is lost.
Cross roads lead to the
Entering of the woods.
The path becomes unclear,
And no sound can be heard.
Light leaves and smiles fade,
The soul becomes lost and cold.
This is the new steady walk that
Will never end for them.
With the end of the story untold.
This new path chosen is all but,
Left to diminish in the dark.

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