The Dark Tree grows at world’s end,
Where stars arise from stone,
Where man’s journey’s final steps,
Must be taken alone.
It’s Trunk grows strong, a solid core,
Mixed of oak and olive,
It’s Branches bent toward heav’n are,
Seeking gods and knowledge.
And so must you seek, Traveler,
O Pilgrim to the Tree,
Many Answers find you there,
If you’ve the eyes to see.
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