Labyrinth

Cold stone all around her, the gray overwhelming -
The wind in her hair and the frost in her eyes,
She dashes through endless corridors,
Wishing she might be witty and wise

For when witty and wise, she would finally know
what these walls were meant to tell,
Instead of swallowed by the darkness ahead,
She would know where these shadows lead.

Her movements take on a monotonous tred,
A number of things coming into sound:
Like the gasping of her breath, the thud of her heart,
The beating foot steps as they hit the ground.

The only light leaks to her from the open air,
A moonlight so tauntingly promising -
How it so whispers sweet somethings in her ear,
How she wishes she could stop listening...

The moon so promises her freedom now,
Telling her the exit is just beyond these walls,
But after all that she can never find her way,
It was just another dead-end after all.

These unseen chains constrict about her,
As she fights against her invisible foes -
With blood on her face and in her hands,
The secrets of the walls will never be known.

No, there! Is that a light she sees?
So small yet bright against the black -
So piercing is this shard of the sun,
Her newfound speed takes has her aback.

Not long before this hallway lengthens,
that small bit of light pushed farther away.
The girl lets out a shriek of protest,
How close she was to this day!

The stone around her twists and whispers,
She stops short so she may listen to the walls;
But to her dismay, they simply tighten the chains,
And farther into darkness does she fall.