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A door swung open,
And in came a gush of wind,
Hitting me hard on the face,
And sending chills down my spine.
Another door swung open,
And in came a pack of wolves,
Fierce looking and ferocious,
With mouths dripping, ready to devour me.
They draw nearer,
Howling with evil grins plastered on their faces,
I try to run; to exit using the first door,
But that is filled with monsters.
I am confused,
What sort of dilemma is this?
How can I escape from this?
Is it some sort of nemesis?
The wolves advance further,
I keep moving back until I can go no further,
I am trapped in the midst of devils,
I have no option than to let myself get devoured by the wolves.
My eyes flick open,
I grab my pen and writing pad,
And scribble my imaginations down,
And out it came as a poem.
