Where She Runs
Carefully cracks a spider web between foundations beneath the toes
Who speaks? She yells, a booming canon drowning by the bells
This creaking wood in heels of splinters bemoaned the deadened heart
Kept the feet from falling far, yet her nose be tried in dark
Try flying star inside glass walls where sparks go spluttering out
From the hearth its dying breath screamed the cries devout
By bravery stands her shaking soul, by cowards is her mind
Yet still in silence where neither are, deceptive faith has left her blind
Spice a trail of wind where the corridor winds creates a trap too cold and bland
But ventured past in callous end, stumbling dim by no guided hand.
Hear her haunted screams to none, enchained to the echoing void
Wandering agony sealed by lies, soon buried, left by fiendish voice
Torturous wraith who seeks to hide, by what crevice might you decide
Where foyer twists in corner divides, perhaps the very spot you died
Consider please before your stride, through, she dares, you may defy
Weak resolve is poor design and none find fright a humorous demise
Twisted dungeon, corrupted maze of lies, she knows your raggedly crafted guise
Struggle still for fear bests the wise, still crooked fate is tethered behind her eyes
Help me please, she pleads with pain, fingers raw against the chains
No help for the wicked, they’re all to blame, no rest in life but engulfed in flames
