What’s this I see?
In this cape of shadows,
I hear a shriek to be free.
To be away from these willows.
Is there really light yonder?
Or does my mind trick?
I stand and wonder
‘Which path to pick?’

If I follow what might be light
I could escape.
But what if the dark sight
where the night drapes
is the real way out?
It’s hard to say
When I look about,
which is the right way.

I cannot stay here,
for too much I fear
to be left behind.
It’s my way I must find.

The End

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