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For nights, 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. Ring the razor winds

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 telling me something

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 ghostly figure descends toward me

Was I about to submit?

(No! Never!)

Cast by her evil spell, for I knew

That my will would be tied forever in puppet strings

Trapped in her glass case for all to see-

The end of my life-

Forever to be enslaved

By her beauty

Beauty