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One warm summer midnight,
As I went out for a walk.
With the feeling of invincibility
That accompanies youth.
So proud and mighty
I dared to walk where I--
Never walked before.


I walked with a nonchalant air;
Taunting the dangers lurking
Everywhere at night.
Armed with the confidence of youth,
With pride and might as my arms.


Walking straight without a map.
Venturing into unknown space;
Daring myself to go forward.
And explore to satisfy the demon--
The demon called -- Curiosity


Onwards walking along the dark;
Towards the unknown.
Hither, thither I went,
As it's such a fine lovely midnight.
Prithee I shouldn't have,
When I found out what's beyond;
That warm lovely midnight.


I tripped and I slipped
Into a slippery earth.
I found myself in a land of mire.
Shocked was I to find myself,
Being stuck and suck by the mire.


Horrific it was being stuck
In the spongy and mossy earth
With all my pride, might and youth;
I refused to holler for help,
As I struggle to get out of the mire.


I pushed, I wriggled, I tried to pull
Myself out of the mire.
But to no avail.
I needed help but the confidence of youth;
The pride, The might, The strength
I possess won't let me.


Then it hit me,
As i started to sink continually.
That I know for sure that ;
I needed a helping hand.
As I sink more and more to the bottom 
Of the spongy and mossy mire.


With only my head visible now
Sinking faster and faster. 
I made a final push to set me free--
But to no avail.
With my last breath I managed to scream
With a muffled voice the word -- Help
But it was already too late.
As I was already gobbled up,
By the -- Mire.