Poem: The Tunnel

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The Tunnel

You cannot see your way to the other side,
beyond the darkness than yawns before you
voracious and black.

But there is no staying here.
Everything lies on the other side,
good or evil, it is there, and here

there is nothing.

So there is no choice. There is no decision.
You must step into the dark
whether you fear or not,

you must step into the tunnel
and face the fear of night beasts
that crawl not in the tunnel

but in your mind.

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