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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