Inching nearer, do I dare?
A blurred figure under the faint lantern light.
Are my eyes playing tricks on me?
With a hand out in front of me,
I am protecting myself.
Darkness seems to be whispering,
whispering to me.
Few steps more, few steps now
As I come closer to the lantern.
Am I ready?
Am I prepared?
To be drawn to this faint figure,
I soon find out to be
You.
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