It was the most beautiful labyrinth you’ve ever seen.

With twists and turns and mysteries,

It was an enigma in itself.

Didn’t quite know its own wealth or worth…

But it still seemed to keep its composure.

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At the entrance were firey gates stolen stole strait from the hinges of hell,

And you could see it in its eyes when his pupils swelled,

He was one of a kind-

That couldn’t fathom his self a full house

Because that would mean that that thick, smut covered chain would have to break,

And that rusted lock would have to find a way to contort itself free.

But worst of all,

It would have to find the Key.

Better yet, someone to wield it

So in the meantime,

All he had was his maze like mind.

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I found myself stumbling upon the land the led to this grand attraction.

A rock road that was apparently way better without the piece of cake.

Oh, this pain? The cherry on top,

But I remained grounded until my eyes feasted upon, arguably, the most

Aesthetically pleasing,

Soul teasing,

Heart pleading

Sight of life.

This was more than a maze,

This was a game.

The only one where it’s not about reaching the end first,

But it’s all about how you play.

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…

But for now,

I’ll stay outside and stare at the most beautiful labyrinth you’ve ever seen.

With twists and turns and mysteries,

It was an enigma in itself.

Didn’t quite know its own wealth or worth…

But it still seemed to keep its composure.

And that’s what made him different.