Run!
Wolves in the corn
Rats at our boots
Dodging the stalks
Leaping the roots
The air alive with fire
The ground ruthlessly yanking down
The earth shook in anticipation
Yet we heard not a single sound
Not even our own ragged breathing
As we fought to stay on the quest
Seven fighters determined to succeed
To outlive all the rest
Chased by demons
Hunted by the past
We’re not supposed to finish this job
Betrayed from stern to mast
The house in the corn
The dimension to another gate
Horrors slinking across
With bloodlust to sate
Throw the knives!
Fire the gun!
Wait, it’s a trap!
Run, damn it! Run!
