Blind and afraid, we step into the maze—

  Walls of tall cornstalks and glowing pumpkin,

  We walk right in the monster's sordid gaze,

  A horror town luring us in through our kin.

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  We were blind to ignore its grim omen,

  And now we pay by playing this cruel game,

  No plot is untouched in this horror den;

  The town held hostage for an unknown aim.

  We're jerked like dolls, like marionettes around.

  Are we but actors in this dread story?

  Again and again, for the next tale bound—

  All of us live, if one hunts the quarry.

  We'll survive this mockery of a tale;

  Our goal is to game-master's plan derail!