Go! Into that passage!
Behind us flicker last lights,
As Shaman’s magic persuades,
And robs us of our rear-view sight.
Footsteps echo off walls,
Which seem dug out by brave hands,
Quite recent, judging by all,
The aching earth which does expand.
Here we have our pace picking up again, as our group runs from the definite doom of the shaman, and into the uncertainty of the passageway.