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Waves of shadows roll over the rocky surface road,
as the people walk along the track carrying a heavy load,
some walk faster with fear in their strides,
as being careful at the cliff of the mountain sides,
one man pushes unable to wait for a chance to pass,
slipping and falling into a patch of grass,
the people laugh with some humor left to use,
as a hand reaches down for him to refuse,
more people pass as he remains sitting still,
when he builds up the courage and the will,
all the people of the village have left his sight,
escaping from the evils that came in the night,
he stands alone at the thin mountain road to the sea,
beginning to walk as he hears the brushing of a tree,
turning as the ghostly figures scream from behind,
causing him to fall again and enter his mind,
taking over his limbs and controlling his movement,
as he moves around the ghosts inside work on improvement,
rolling around as the man leans over the cliff,
as he holds on tight with one arm stiff,
the ghosts too excited while behind his control,
with the man being handled like three kids and one doll,
getting angry the ghosts all leave and let go,
he holds on for his life as cold winds blow,
unable to hold and unable to lift,
a hand reaches down being his gift,
pulling him up then pushing him to run,
the man turns back to see there was no one.