Twilight gathers upon an ancient lonely hill
No one who has traveled there has hence returned the same again
Long ago a story was told about a man who lived in its depth
He kept watch on the world below, from his safe arbitrary bubble
Feelings of gloom permeate the surrounding land
And all the good children know to stay in the distance after the sun falls
Yet one little one ventured closer to the edge of the pines
Refused to heed the warnings of those before him
Got just a little too close to the proverbial fire
Caught in a snare of knowledge that no child should learn so young
Missing went the child for many evenings in the moonlight
Longer it may have been for time is irrelevant to small children
Returned was the small boy with the dreamer's stare
Yet inside his brain were some parts a man
Innocence lost amongst many other things
The price he paid for knowledge was great despair
Unlike all the other children who went without care
Left was a young lad, old beyond his years
As told through his many journeys and all the unveiled tears
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