Twisted Echoes

Twisted Echoes
Twisted echoes, they claim your name,Through endless dark,
it’s all the same.No way forward,
no turning back,You’re lost inside the Crooked Track.

Each footfall breaks the fragile ground,A symphony of haunted sound.In every pane,
your fears take shape,Their claws dig deep; there’s no escape.

In the halls where whispers dwell,Each step brings you closer to hell.Yet
in the dark, a faint light glows,A fractured hope that softly grows.