Grown in darkness, blood, and dragon fire
Shrouded under mystery
Something lurks 'neath the canopy
Angoias tall, past rich in history
The dark forest of our fears
The path that winds never leaves a pattern
Remember to bring your lanterns
Few pass through, whispers in taverns
Shadow and thorns await each traveler
Every turn will strike your heart with fear
This dark path that causes many tears
Has not been trod, for so many years