Beware the paths where darkness weaves,
For there, the heart's innocence conceives.
Through winding woods and moonlit haze,
A poet's pen foretells the hidden maze.
In verses bold, a tale unfolds,
Of dangers untold, as destiny molds.
Heed the verse, O wayward soul,
A caution woven, a timeless scroll.
For in the echoes of the poet's lore,
Lies the wisdom to navigate evermore
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