In the Forest of Darkness
I could not see them
but they were already waiting for me
Chained dogs chased me
through the dark night
across paths, ravines and forks in the road
Mystical dreams showed me the way
even before sunrise
hidden behind the misty swamp
I reached the castle of Hecate
and over the secret stones in the moor
I managed to escape by torchlight
I knocked with the brass serpent's head
on the heavy oak gate
and as I stepped over the threshold, I saw
what was carved in stone on the archway
"Wherever you flee, death lies before you"
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