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Questing men along the way
Graying sight envelopes night
Circling, wrapping, closing day
No longer clean, damning light
Fool’s Knowledge protect them all
Waltz of death or Shadow’s Ball
Enveloped, nimble, the shadows wake
For all our sake, the Earth doth quake
Lay your head yet not you lay
For all our sake choose not your sight
What bonds do mean to those who stay
Make not your choice with your sight
Questing men along the way
Leading way doth dark light
Astray can be the human sight
Peacefully distressed and beautiful lake
Facetious, falling, furious fate
Windows to life are yet opaque
Questing men, is it late?