Into the shadows cryptic stairs ascend,
Redemption awaits he who dares ascend.

Foreboding seeps in from the underground,
Mere proximity makes ones hairs ascend.

The despondent throw caution to the wind,
They with their errs, cares and despairs ascend.

Trepidation and hope their chaperon,
They clench the railing, whispered prayers ascend.

The gallant are remunerated when,
Into the darkness their nightmares ascend.

 

 

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