Ghastly white in moonlight cold, stumbling through canyons black,
Jackals gnaw at traveler’s bones, while Killers crouch, sabres poised,
On I walk, faint I am, yet led by your
Fire, to the
Stream I know, will
Flow, by lachrymose desire

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