Travelers Beware


No one ever wanders into the forest’s dark night
Not a soul dare enter lest he seize with his fright

They say you should have of this place great fear
But the only thing I hold is wonderment here

This blissfully wistful wilderness wild
To me is a small shadow short of mild

To those who don’t know this place too personal
All one needs are prayers said in rehearsal

But me, all I need is my creased, folded map
And the untraveled trail, an unbeaten path

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