I see a mystery far ahead
I ask: This mist is a sign of life or death?
A mischievous grin approaching my path
Not hunger, nor happiness, not even wrath
It smiles at me with a bloody eye
Clotting blood and impaired sight
A mouth of veins and charmless scales
A venomous fang that never fails
It is a mystery from the future, I say
Dawning upon me this fine May,
Run further, run more, run more
Its clutches are an excruciating store
and what lies ahead is a mystery...
for we do not know.
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