The night has fallen upon the forest,

darkness closes upon all I see.

Neither moon nor stars shine to light my way,

but I neither lose my path nor falter.

For the path of stones stretches before me,

a pale strip in the malevolent night.

A lone guardian stands just on its edge;

silent, watchful, one who’s hardly noticed.

Though I see not her eyes, I feel her gaze

as I quietly make my way forward.

Her form is sentinel and protector,

watching over all who tread this faint path.

Though I barely see her I’m not frightened,

for she is the sole reason that I’m here.



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