The Journey

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Beyond the shadows of those old trees,
with their frail branches hanging loose,
mist embodied before my eyes.
A gloomy day I did not choose,
to pass across the path of grief.
And with these winds of bitter fear,
when I just had time to breathe,
I tried to remember what brought me here.

A speech replayed with a brutal sound,
revealing his shadow that took my soul.
I felt his steps below my ground.
His scary thoughts possessed my mind.
I heard nothing but his deadly words,
"Am I alive or to death I'm bound?"
A frenzy chill ran through my veins.
A horrible flash shone in my brain.
"Yes, he's right, I must know.
Am I alive or to death I'm bound?"

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