Amidst the drowning there was a shore where light flashed with comfort.
Amidst the storm there was a whisper that helped to still the waves.
While chaos ensued there was a tether that helped ground sanity.
And while trapped within the frozen lake, footsteps resounded remaining a spark of hope.
Madness encumbered, trapped in the perfect cage.
Keyless entry, oh what a twist! A prisoner to remain.
And why the Manipulator gets their way, and the prisoner does remain what frustrating puzzlement is this?
A beautiful trap awaited, the Fates are such a tease.
Forbidden fruit, what amazing bites, the taste being not for me.
Such sweet lies to fall into along the broken road tread, each one wrapped in their own disguise. The scent is always the same.
Silly Pawn, the game is on!
Trusting illusions. Trusting the disguise.
Alone in this frightful forest, Fate’s games I will slay on my own.