I walk through the valley,
Green and sweet,
Could be better, could be worse.
While nothing sets this valley apart from another,
It beckons to me, the lone traveler.
While the valley seems to be,
The only place to go,
I know there must be something beyond it,
Someplace that I could go,
Someplace I�d like to be.

Farther down, the valley worsens,
It�s once sweet smell turning foul,
Its once green fields turning to nothing but darkness.
Here I walk for many a year,
Fighting and struggling through,
But too long is this for me, the lone traveler.
For as long as I can see, the valley continues on,
Only getting worse. Its trails winding down to thorns and desert.
How did this become such a trial, such a vicious journey?
The only thing that is pushing me on is my desire to find what lies beyond the valley.
But no longer is this true,
For my iron will has rusted, dead from desperation, knowing that I can never make it.

The only choice left to me is the trail of easy escape.
But if escape is so easy, then why do I fear it so?
Surely the easy way is the best?
I am left with one decision.
Do I face the trials of the valley to see what lies beyond?
Or do I take the easy path,
Which will surely lead me to hell?

I am not ready to face this valley�s wrath,
For I the lone traveler, I... am too weak.

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