Here comes the sweat,

In a lullaby sound,

Whispering the pines,

In an oddly deadly station.

Looking around, being around,

Setting the door, slightly a jar

A loud thump from within

A scared soul is speaking.

Dark, dark, dark

The night is getting darker,

Run, run, run

Run faster, or you will be the next.

In this maze, or so the riddle

There's no guarantee of savings.

Get up & see the set,

Once in a while you were there

too, after all everyone is scared

of something, but far from the

accepting the harsh bits,

Since fear is enchanted.

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