Parts of me

Trapped in a maze, winding turns,

wind whistles in the trees.

Cold stone beneath my fingertips,

sounds of my feet hitting the floors.

Hesitate at yet another hall,

can't remember which way I went before.

My candle has burned out, running blind,

down another corridor.

Can hear the silence surrounding me,

filled with whispers and moans.

Lost in this labyrinth, far from home.

Can feel the dark chasing me,

gets closer with each step.

It roars, a minotaur in this locked maze.

Too many hallways, lost and dank.

Trying to fight an enemy, powerful and deadly.

Strap on my weapon, venture further in the dark maze.

I'll win this fight, find my way out at last.

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