A Land Which Ends Nowhere

Traveling through the gloomy forest 

A place which ends nowhere,

But. 'wait'... it has to lead to a path unknown.

A new story to unfold,

Of course, it's still untold

But the night is way too cold.

 

And I am in the middle of the woods,

Left with no goods.

And I don't have my hood... 

I guess I can make fire

Out of some wood. 

Even if I am lost 

There would be some one out there. 

Who'd spare 

A lending hand.

But for now I am still stuck on this piece of land...

And now I know why they call this 

The land which ends nowhere.