The Crooked Mile
Walk the crooked mile tonight,Through the dark
where wrong feels right.No allies near,
no guiding light,The crooked man waits out of sight.
Each step you take unties the threads
that bound your fragile mind,And through the fog,
the crooked man waits patiently to bind.The further in, the more you give,
your soul begins to fall,For once you walk the crooked mile, it owns you—body,
all.
In the shadowed bends, the truth is sown,The crooked mile will take its throne.But
if you stand and claim your fight,The path may break beneath your might.