The Hall

By Adam   

Dark
Nothing but dark.
I walk forward,
unsure of what lies ahead.
The walls,
grey and emotionless
stretch on forever.
I walk.
Left and right.
Over and over.
Forcing my legs to move.
Going only forward.
I grow weary.
My legs raw and bruised.
Although I can scarcely stand
I continue onward.
toward an unknowable truth.
The fruit of Eden?
Yog-Sothoth himself?
I can never know.
I can just walk.

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