Shadow Halls

Open my eyes,
But their feeling's still blind,
By darkened halls,
Unknown what there is to find.

Flickering of candles,
The first thing I see,
Their placement absurd,
Confusion between all and me.

Shadowy figures raced around,
Gusts of speed flicker those candles found.

Faster I move, but not by feet,
Speed grows larger, until the sound of a beat.

Blackness fades back.

The sound of clapping sticks crack...

The End

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