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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