"Oh, dear travellers, you've come

But does the Light await you soon?

Away from fights you may not run,

But Dark will try with every Moon

To fight, seduce you and to kill

Your Souls and Hearts, your faith-totems.

So don't forget, don't try to mill

Around, don't be golems

Who turn blind eyes to things not fun

And carry on their lives unbound

By living force, or sacred Strengths

That guide us foremost without crowns

To every one of our own ends.

They see the Universe, its Light

Beside you, right where you took off!

Some thought they'd walked the Road alone,

But nonetheless, they have it all

And you can't simply wish for more

The Light will guide you Evermore."

A/N: I write good poems. I know that. It is an obligation to know that I write so. Hahahah.