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The mysts roll in
Enshrouding
Enveloping
Encasing

High above
The ravens call,
"Beware!"

The path which lies
Before me seems unending
Mysts dim the trail.
The tree, bent by long life,
Looks down upon the path
As if wishing to journey too
Through this land surreal.

With timid steps
I slowly make my way
Twigs snap and leaves crunch
Beneath my hesitant step.

I look right and see only myst.
I look left and see the outline
Of mountain distant.
I look behind to see
My path has vanished.
I look ahead and find
A stairway leading me on.
A flower of love on the step
Faded with time and care
Reminiscent of time past
And love gone comfortable.

With careful steps
I ascend to see a light
Shining from the house of old
Surrounded by trees
Bent like evil souls seeking entry.

The light draws me on
As a beacon to the ship lost.
Is this real?
Is this possible?
The light from window high above
Drawing me ever on
As ravens call: "Beware!"

How sad the house
How heavy the air
How dark the trees
Is this real
Or is this just me?

What will I find within this house?
Perhaps a Prince, perhaps a monster,
Perhaps I will come face-to-face
With my own dreaded nightmare!
My nightmare which has haunted me
For years untold,
Resides within the mansion of old
And this might I see...
The nightmare I have to face
Is really.....
Me.





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