Down this dark path,
There you will see,
A wanderer searches,
Though the trees,
Dark they loom,
Reaching for her,
Branches to hands,
Her heart does stir,
The life before ,
She does not know,
Fear then smothers,
Her hopeful glow,
Demons to life,
For hers are real,
It's her heart ,
They try to steal,
The battle is swift,
Terror is gone,
Demons to dust,
Fear lasts not long.
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