Maze of Corridors

"The hull clanged and rattled as the
chamber slotted into the dock of the station...
We steadied ourselves... and waited for the doorway to fix into place
As it opened, it appeared to me - the great,
Vast openness of the docking bay...
A huge, circular room with emergency lights still crackling overhead
And the walls - unseen behind layers of 'creepers' that had taken over
And crawled towards the ceiling in desperation...
And in that moment... I knew... that we were alone

Without thought, we plunged into the maze of corridors...
The walls seeming to writhe with
life... each footstep echoing and doubling
Creating ghosts of our very selves around every corner
To my tired eyes, the walls seemed to close in as I ducked below
Hanging creepers and treaded slowly through the deep green light
Air, growing hotter... More claustrophobic... Stifling
After a while, an occasional entrance would open to one side
Or the other, overgrown with plants...
The rooms – dark beyond comprehension
And looking sterile, empty, abandoned."

Maze of Madness, Maze of Madness
Despair and sadness
In this maze of Madness, Madness, Madness...

"Finally, the corridor opened once more into a huge,
Central room. Like a cathedral, I thought...
High-ceilinged and quiet,
with a conspicuous stillness that suggested there was
Something different about this place... something more
The lights were buzzing and breaking now...
Off...
On...
Casting the room in a now-familiar dark green glow
And then, there it was, on the far wall... the main console
Lights blinking like a beacon in
the centre... the source of our signal
And no more corridors to walk... Our salvation... or so I believed."

Maze of Madness, Maze of Madness
Despair and sadness
In this maze of Madness, Madness, Madness...