The city looms tall, the Last Safe place,
But it's ruled by fear and WCKD's embrace.
Thomas must fight to save Minho's soul,
A friend held captive, would they find him whole?
Gally returns—who thought he was done?
The Cure's a lie, but Teresa's in play,
Torn between loyalty and the light of day.
The Right Arm rises, rebellion in hand,
To burn down the walls of this dying land.
Infiltrate WCKD, the final stand,
Through blood and fire, they take command.
But sacrifices rise, as heroes fall,
as Teresa's redemption meant losing it all.
Minho is freed, though the battle's not won.
Explosions rain down, as buildings collapse,
The city burns bright in a world of relapse.
With sorrow and grief, they flee to the shore,
A haven awaits, though they'll fight no more.
The price of survival? Too high to pay,
But they live, they live, at least for today.
The Maze was a test, but the world was the game,
WCKD still burns, but its power's never the same.
They fought for the future, they bled for their friends,
And though battles rage on, this is how it ends.
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Poetic retelling of the Maze Runner | ✔
FanfictionHave you ever wondered what The Maze Runner would look like if everything rhymed, or something close to poetry? I have. Therefore, this is some kind of poetic retelling or summary of The Maze Runner movies. Enjoy. Disclaimer; I don't own The Maze Ru...
