The Red Walls

Skipping with a carry of glee
Prancing along the woods with the
We show ourselves past unknown to free

Rising upon valley of stone
Where walls stand
And help alone

Journey into the pit beyond view
See the shapes painted in hue

Carved upon the stone walls of formed in maze
We achieve lost better days

the shapes catch eyes For pocket
Circle each face intense of  Nauseous

Moving after and faster of steady pace
Until one decides it has your place

the walls close in to shake hands with demise
Music is played in the rhythm of our cries

As skies lay blue
The shapes are now painted of you