188. July 7th
Stop don't go any further,
This is the end there is nothing else.
Where are you travelling to what are you doing,
We must inform you that this road ends.
The travellers three carry on their way,
Heeding not our warnings.
So then for a day they look for a way,
Searching for aught but the end.
Only having found what we told of,
They turn dejected and sad
To make their way back to habitations,
They wander off to be never seen again.