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He had lost his guide

In narrow path of misery

Through the forests, through the fields

Wandering and dwelling

Step by step he walked his route

Soon he fell into nothingness

Lost the ground under his feet

A cloaking darkness surrounded him

Trees started to whisper his name

Birds stopped their twittering

Wind blew the smell of death

And the thunder started to roar

Clouds start to cry their tears

This man tries to hide his fears

Fatal darkness will extinguish the spark of hope

Days have come to an end

His death is shown on the cold mirror waters

By the sparkles of waterfall

He wailed as he saw his life slip away from him

Nightfall came with obscured burial rituals

Nature made his coffin

A wide open grave with stone

His corpse shimmered on a weak moonlight

Letting him soon disappear to the darkness