Through twilight lands I wend my way,

The keeper close upon my track,

I cannot rest I cannot stay,

I dare not turn nor look back.

Gulping down in hasty breaths,

The foul and fetid air,

Waiting for his cold caress,

I come upon the stair.

Rising to the tortured sky,

A thousand steps of stone,

I dare not stop to wonder why,

But race on up alone.

I turn to see him standing still,

As light around me starts to grow,

With joy my heart begins to fill,

As I at last escape my foe.

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