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Trees obscuring your sight -
availing now to reveal
a glimpse of towers ahead,
fueling your weakening lungs.

Hope more precious than air
in this relentless chase.
Stone turrets so tall;
safe through an iron door.

A cry echoing far -
truly bereft of a soul.
At last a place of respite,
barred inside this great hall.

Succumbing to mortal fatigue;
sleeping now as the dead.
Awakened by light of day
to find danger renewed.

What was once sanctuary
leads to a new doom.
Refuge from the great hunter -
prey for another.

Through the hollow halls we run, run.
Through the hollow halls we run.

What was once sanctuary
leads to a new doom.
Refuge from the great hunter -
prey for another.

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