As I walked along a dwindling path,
The voices in my head, they began to laugh.
To them it was amusing, that indeed I was lost,
But to hell with them, all thoughts were now tossed.
Night was upon me, my vision was impaired.
Bushes rustling, hearts quickening, I was definitely scared.
Trees stood tall, each branch like a dagger.
I needed to act tough, where was my Swagger?
Every slight touch of wind made my body shiver.
That sound, gently lapping water, I’d been led to a river.
Its rocky crossing illuminated in moonlight,
I cast my eyes around, such beauty, such a sight.
Beyond its sleepy bank, stood a freestanding door,
How odd is this night? I must go on to explore.
The stepping stones were soft to touch; my bare feet were in heaven.
One, two, three, four, five… all the way to eleven.
At my destination, the door it did glisten,
But quiet, those roaring sounds, I had to listen.
My head turned once more, to the way I had ventured,
Dark shadows, eyes charging, they had me pressured.
A quick turn once more, the doorknob in my hand,
A black hole awaits, goodbyes are given to this faraway land.
Figures disappear, and all light is returned.
I awaken in my bed, my dreaming state adjourned…
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