The Rats
Cheese wine!
A never-ending maze. The walls continue far beyond the scope of sight.
A prize awaits! Somewhere within sits a cheese! Waiting, destined for you and you alone!
To embark on the journey, wander into the unknown, reach into the dark crevices in the hope of finding the long-awaited reward promised by the powers unseen.
One step taken. Fear strikes the heart. Frozen in place.
[Please, not me. I am not the one to compete; please allow me to roam free]
An unwilling participant, begging for release.
The game continues regardless. The maze awaits. It allows no mercy for the bruised or the broken. It is simply a maze, incapable of empathy.
Another step taken. The skies darken.
Suddenly, no longer a hesitant step but a pursuit. A run into the pitch black, panting, screaming, crying, never stopping.
Turn after turn, hands sliding against cold walls.
Searching or aimlessly wandering? A worthless attempt to search this unyielding maze.
[How to enjoy the maze I have found myself trapped within]