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Not many travel
To the top of these stairs
Most never make it,
Though she doesn’t care.

Never reaches out,
To offer her hand
They teeter and topple,
And there she’ll stand.

Smirk on her face,
Fire in her eyes
This Tower of Terror,
She’ll make you despise.

Every breath you’ve taken,
To reach the very top
Every muscle that’s aching,
But you just can’t stop.

She captures with a spell,
To fight you don’t dare
She’s invited you, dearie,
Into Autumn’s Lair.


April Writing Prompts: The tower of terror and Autumn’s lair

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