She got thinking,
like a bird shuddering
beneath the oak.
Thought falling even
for her.

Head springing vehemently.
My thought leading astray.
Walking down the allay,
she goes, I followed.
Booming with ecstatic beams.

Her screams echoed.
The tunnel shut down,
light from the end disappeared.
Rattling stem barked the cloak.
My hands weakened down.

No noise, the place kept mute,
only tunnels barking the echoing voices.
Grisp!!!
Light shown,
But no me, to see the escape route.


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