Walking turns into running on this twisted pass,
From gravel to concrete and then to grass,
No light to be found here at the serpentssss tongue,
A left at the corner where the children are hung.
Past the brick box at the end of the road,
Make a sharp right at the crossing of Jensen and Toad.
From the signs of the city to a little country bridge,
Just on the outskirts of Devil Bone Ridge.
Tread with caution and beware of the troll,
Or pay a steep price for crossing its toll.
once you reach the grassy plains of Wolves Spine,
You long unnerving path begins to unwind.
Creeping willows and taunting owls,
Spiders that slither and snakes that crawl,
A triple split of even darker roads,
Untold events and mystery unfolds.
Three paths encased in darkness,
Nothing to guide you, not even a compass,
Three different locations, with only one destination,
The paths of shadows, turns to an endless path of devastation.
