What Lies In Wait

The tainted light shining from afar
Was fainter than a noonday star
Yet fear tried to hold them at bay,
Fear of what must, in wait, lay.
Driven they were, against their will
Toward the top of that far off hill.
Driven they were, by force so great
It could crush them with its mighty weight,
And that is what made them press on
Throughout the night, into the dawn.
By midday next they'd reached the place
To which they were herded at deadly pace,
And when allowed to raise their eyes
The air was pierced with frightened cries.

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