Shadows on the Mile
Walk the mile, beware the dare,Where truths dissolve
and lies ensnare.Every shadow watches near,In the dark where thrives your fear.
The moon hangs torn, its silver weeps,The crooked road
where terror sleeps.Each echo drips with dread’s
embrace,Each turn reveals a phantom’s face.
In the darkness where we meet,The path is etched with bitter deceit.But
step by step, you’ll find your will,And leave the mile, cold and still.