Whispers of Woe in the Wild (Patreon)

Between two ropes, suspended high,

A dance with danger, death's embrace a sigh.

In this twisted tale, where fear reigns supreme,

The swinger dangles, in the throes of an evil dream.

The trees stand tall, their leaves a verdant hue,

But beneath them lies a carpet of orange and blue.

A forest's wilderness conceals the heart's despair,

As the body contorts, defying gravity, with care.

Will the twisted fate be met by an escape so true?

Or will the swinging end in a life that's been undone, lost and through?

Through every knot and thread, a story spun so fine,

Of peril and survival, where danger meets its decline.

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