A fugitive

Evading justice

Sought shelter in a dark,

Cavernous cave;

He waited for nightfall

To make an escape,

But it brought no peace

To his hammering heart,

So he retreated further,

Into the pitch black of the nether,

Until he had gone so far

That it made more sense

To find his way to the other end;

And when he finally did,

He brought light

Into the darkest corner,

Now faintly lit,

But enough to reveal

The stories etched

On the wall faces,

The same, age-old stories

Of life and death,

And of the perennial phases

Of triumph and defeat,

For these one cannot escape

Even in the darkest cave.

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