Through a neverending corridor.
A invisible beast is charging fast,
It's unknown how long she'll last.
She's being outran and looking back,
Screaming in fear, awaiting the attack.
Hopeful to win and make it out,
Knowing this, she's without doubt.
A deep growl sounds from behind,
With her tears, her face is lined.
Losing time and her guard,
She slips and falls down hard.
Frightened by the devious glare,
Running again, she's almost there.
Only a couple yards away,
She thinks everything's okay.
But the door slams and closes,
Her blood paints red, death roses.
~Emily Adams 07/22/02
You can oly ask one of us.
Blue: It's in the rules, and I should warn you that one of us always tells the truh... and one of us always lies.
That's a rule too.
He always lies."
-Jim Henson