In a forest far from here, in a woodland damp and drear wandered one man lost and lonely with no other spirit near, and he pondered as he wandered; “What is darker love or fear?” So he travelled without care, moving onward unaware, ‘til he saw, in secret, hiding, in his heart, the beast despair, and he asked it, hoping blindly; “What is there in life that’s fair?⠀ From it’s shadows quick and seer, flew foul my echoes to his ear, and unholy lights delighted in presenting visions queer, but they could not face the question; “What is darker love or fear?” Slowly passed he from its lair, but in leaving found nowhere, that he could, in goodness counting, wish with other souls to share, and the forest echoed round him; “What is there in life that’s fair?⠀ Struggling, for no way seemed near, still he strove a path to clear and he mumbled as he stumbled, should an angel chance to hear of a pathway he could follow; “What is darker love or fear?” With his soul in this repair, asked he upwardly in prayer, of the Lord he still adored, "Is there a spirit who’ll declare an answer to this question dire?'; “What is there in life that’s fair?” ‘Though he listened long to hear, nothing heard he to give cheer just the trees in silence sleeping whisper with a wicked leer to the shattered light around him; What is darker love or fear? In a forest far from here, in a woodland damp and drear wanders one man lost and lonely with no other spirit near and he ponders as he wanders; What is darker love or fear?