A boy it was, who found the path.
He was blind to light from above.
Among the dead he walked in the wood,
His companion an Urisus of the North.
With hand upon silver fur they walked,
Companions of a strange world.
The dead walked along with hope.
-M.E. InkOwl
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Wow .. I loved the whole vibe of this poem!
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