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How did I get into this maze
I’ve staggered now for countless days
through hallways dark and chambers grim
a labyrinth dank, drear and dim

I hear its snuffling labored breath
as it hunts me to the death
the goat-horned clubfoot savage beast
hungry for its human feast

Rats run squealing in the gutters
Torchlight flickers, flares and sputters
Panic rises, I choke it back
Stumble onward in the black

Now the choice has come to this
behind me death, before, abyss
I turn to face impending doom
then step back into the gloom

Down I pitch into the void
onto the rocks to be destroyed
amid the echoes of my scream
I waken from my dreadful dream