Sparkatale

THE MAZE

“Trapped inside this Glade are we,

Trapped forever, must we be?

For far and wide the Maze walls rise,

And Grievers wait for our demise.”

Every day, the Runners run,

Mapping sections eight to one.

Sweating in the midday heat,

Hoping the Exit, they will meet.

The Maze walls shift, every evening,

Which means a new path,

the Runners will be seeing.

But one essential thing to their escape they overlooked.

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