The hallowed place lays at the heart of the labyrinth,
The capricious ebb of the tree line debilitates into darkness,
Garbled jargons upon the walls and fallacious passageways, can only lead you to one conclusion,
At the end of the banal road, magnanimous yet illicit prizes are sought after,
Over and over again,
Until the walls abate and break and the prizes are no more,
We wait at the hallowed place and take what is rightfully ours