Over the misty hills
and through the looming trees,
you, dear wanderer will find
a place where mind's at ease.

The darkness that hides, protects,
and surrounds it, now epicenters you.
To where this path may lead you,
you haven't a single clue.

The pounding of ashen daggers,
upon the solid ground,
reaches out to your thorns
and echos in them the sound.

Two horse-like figures stand before you,
both of solid black.
Will you follow them to the truth?
Or is courage something you lack?