The Runic Template

When Your Memories Trap You

From visions of paths left behind,

The deep Labyrinth tightened its bind.

With walls made of lore,

From childhood and more,

A prison was built for the mind.

Each fable, once gentle and bright,

Now loomed in the oppressive half-light.

A familiar, dark tone,

Made the spirit groan,

Trapped tight in that shadowy plight.

Then, thoughts began slowly to fade,

A quiet, insidious raid.

Each skill, every wit,

Felt the slow, subtle hit,

As the mind’s very essence was played.

No exit, no turning, no end,

Just the endless, deep maze to transcend.

In stories of old,

A true fate to unfold,

Where memories, once cherished, now rend.