WITHIN THE CAVERNS OF FATE

Moments pass in anguish
Muffled cries are heard
A sob, a scream
They all mingle
Into a horrific symphony
Death is reaching
Its cold hands
Into the dark of night
Not seeing who it reaches
Only knowing it has found prey
And it will take them
One by one
Until the battle ends
Waiting is worse than death
For they know not what transpires
Beyond the cavern walls
Little hope is nourished
It has forsaken them
Or so it seems
They cringe with each
Pound of the ram
Against the deeping gates
With each strike
Their fear mounts
What will become of them?
Will fate be kind?
Or shall it send them no help
And leave them to perish here
In the darkness of the caves…

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