In the path of a deep dark forest,

Fear lost herself,

The twists and turns,

Were as unfamiliar,

As the hills of the terrain,

On the tip of her tongue,

His name hung,

She echoed his name in her head,

"Dear courage," she whispered

"Are you dead?"

Courage tried to

Ignore her whimpers,

But they troubled him,

He said, "it's all for the best because,

Fear is in your head."