You had been trapped in the room for hours,
You were forced to sit on the moist floor,
The room was empty apart from the dim light at the top of the room,
The only thing you could do is read,
and re-read the translated papers,
There was barely anything note worthy,
Apart from three things:
1.It never let anyone go from it's grasp,
2.it is weaker in the light,
3. it is made of pure shadow and soot,
You sat thinking,
Ylanning,
You stood up,
You lightly tapped all the the walls,
Until when tapping the wall adjacent the door,
The tapping was of a higher pitch,
It was hollow,
You raised one of your legs,
And slammed it straight through the wall,
You did it again,
And again,
And again,
Until finally you could crawl into the space,
You slipped slowly into the darkness,
It was a tight space,
You continued to move into the space,
It went on and on,
But soon you found what looked to be a vent,
You approached it,
It was loose,
You pushed it and it fell,
You squeezed out,
The light was blinding,
You stood up and stumbled forwards,
The fresh air,
The bright sun,
And under a tree,
The lone walker staring,
Staring a thousand words.
