Hackpoems

Title: This Labyrinth \| Submitted by: thephonescaresme \| Written by: Sean Reardon \| Style: Villanelle

Turn back now, it’s not too late There stands an aching, elderly tree This labyrinth is not your fate Sounds of the woods orchestrate Desire grows to be set free Turn back now, it’s not too late Mouth loses ability to salivate Night draws in oppressively This labyrinth is not your fate The land begins to condensate And is littered with debris Turn back now, it’s not too late To you, the land castigates And releases terror ferociously This labyrinth is not your fate Where’s the light that you anticipate? Creeping o’er the horizon cautiously Turn back now, it’s not too late This labyrinth is not your fate

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