It took time to develop a voice
Fear led the way without so much as a choice
The cave grew darker somehow
Once a keen sense continued to sharpen
Now silence drifts smoothly
Trips were the same
Ending never ceased to be shame
Again into the cave
Rapidly, everything changed
Down to the core, horrified it shook
Too slow to act
Help were the descry echoes calling back

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