I am lost.
I run and run and run.
Through hallways made of stone.
My tiny light,
So small against the dark.
Trapped, with a monster.
Stalked, by a monster.
I am lost.
My footsteps frantic upon the stone.
In terror, I flee, I run.
Terror, of eyes in the dark.
Reflecting back my fragile light.
So feeble, so frail, my only light.
Flickering, dimly, upon the stone.
Engulfed by the infinite dark.
I am lost.
My only hope, to flee, to run.
From terror, from the monster.
There is no escape from here, from the monster.
My presence betrayed by the light.
I can never hide, so I must run.
'Round corner, through doorway, all of stone.
I am lost.
Trapped, in the dark.
And now my only light grows dark.
I feel the quickening step of the monster.
I am lost!
Soon now, I will be without the light.
I will sink unto the stones,
Hopeless, I will longer run.
For what good is it to run?
Endless circles within the dark.
My hopeless heart, hard as stone.
No man can escape the monster.
In the labyrinth, there is no light.
I am lost.
I have lost my only light, and I no longer run.
I no longer fear the dark, I am no longer lost.
For now my home is one of stone, now I am the monster.
---Author's Note: Yes, I am aware there is a flaw in the word order, as a stanza starts/ends with the word Monster twice but never does so with Stone, breaking the sestina spiral. I tried juggling it around, and ultimately decided that a poem sounding good was more important than perfectly strict adherence to a pattern.---