Dare you to tread upon this path, my friend?
To walk that line which hath so many slain?
Think you yourself to spare from that same end,
Escape with pleasure, lacking cost or pain?
Aye, my feet too have trod that shadowed track
My eyes into the mirror’s glamour stared.
If no more learnéd man may turn you back,
Then heed a brother’s warning, or prepare
To stand awash in crimson testament
To all that in your hunger you have spent.
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