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For years, I have traveled

In darkness.

Many days have passed

As a wandering soul

For my heart is torn

The warm sun above me

Slowly takes the pain away

So I thought.

Among the hills, a path lacerates the woods

Mangled trees twist. [?] wolves.

Under maroon skies, rotten bodies lie.

Far to the east

Prepare for rot feast

Upon the old oak

Up the wooden stairs:

A crack from the top to the bottom.

I pushed open the door;

A creak as it let me in.

A scent- unfathomable to humankind-

I carry on.

I could sense her ghostly presence-

It was near me.

It was whispering secrets

So attractive- yet so vile.

Five points were drawn out in front in the center of the floor

And out of the corner of my eyes:

Her phantom figure descends toward me.

Was I about to submit?

(No! Never!)

Enchanted by her evil spell, and I knew

That my will would be tied forever in puppet strings.

Trapped in a glass case for all to see-

The end of my life-

Forever to be enslaved

By her beauty.

Beauty!