Light a torch and hold the course,
Though you may hear death’s rattling laugh.
Be fooled not by vain strength snd thinking,
They can read your stray and wandering mind.
Whisks that call to you will pull you under,
And feast upon your living flesh.
Like a beast to the slaughter you will so walk,
If you do not blink your eyes focus on this.
A narrow path laid about by bones,
Is where you must step to survive this night.
Look not at dancing shadows,
Breathe in the night’s fragrance and know.
The wisps will call with silken voices,
And where they lead you must never go.