His breath falling heavy in the moonlit forest, tired and cold he wanders in the darkness
Lost and scared with shadows stalking him and ravens mocking him
days have passed with no hint of light he feels himself loosing this fight
near the edge of nowhere he sees something bright, being a torch light
Flame burning bright not one but two, illuminating the night
feelings of hope...
The Labyrinth
His spirit coming to life, believing in an escape from this tormented landscape
the torch lights burning bright in the night, showing him a path
created by a demented architect who has been long dead
at the very least he can see into the night, the shadows no longer the fright
unknown that his nightmares of a haunt are to become his plight
goblins and ghouls hiding out of sight...
Footprints
Lost and scared with shadows stalking him and ravens mocking him
days have passed with no hint of light he feels himself loosing this fight
near the edge of nowhere he sees something bright, being a torch light
Flame burning bright not one but two, illuminating the night
feelings of hope...
The Labyrinth
His spirit coming to life, believing in an escape from this tormented landscape
the torch lights burning bright in the night, showing him a path
created by a demented architect who has been long dead
at the very least he can see into the night, the shadows no longer the fright
unknown that his nightmares of a haunt are to become his plight
goblins and ghouls hiding out of sight...
Footprints
He stops to contemplate
he looks back just to see, then he knows this has to be
follow this path he says, "perhaps I will be free"
torch lights every hundred steps
winding paths branching this way and that way
leading him into the Labyrinth's depths
looking downward he notices footprints
large and deep with claws complete...
Really beautiful
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