On autumn’s eve, I toll onward from door to door
In search of a whispered word, a hidden lore

I step in and out of Realities Street
A quickend pace of trodden feet

Dim sparks send forth from a lanterns glow
As spirits dance under rustling winds blow

Shall all my search, reveal a key
Telling a secret that lies within me

I ask only one question, though be it lame
May I leave the way I Came?

Sebastian Sandok

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