A Map of Sorts

If your hand could reach inside my heart

What would you do with it?


Which path would you explore first, I wonder?

The light

The dark

The love

The pain

Some vaults gilded, some naught to plunder


How much of me would be new to you?

Would fortune await this crusade?

I have buried much

To protect your wayward crew


Choose well, your path and prizes

With caution, calm, and care

Do not lose yourself amidst the chaos there


You must come back

With heart in hand

Help chart my course

And find dry land

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