Deadline

I am Edweana Towers,

And I've been down here for hours;

A tunnel beneath the city,

By order of my committee.

I recall their grumpy glowers,

With maybe a hint of pity,

As they handed me my flowers;

A wreath with protective powers.

My mission: to investigate

Our missing persons, as of late.

But my confidence has soured;

So maybe I AM a coward.

I was left at the gate they'd found;

And once they'd left, I heard a sound –

One that left me quivered bowels,

One that left my nerves a-howl.

Still, I made my way underground

To identify what's a-prowl.

But now, here I sit, at a loss;

While picking at some soft green moss.

I haven't heard the growl again;

But at least I found all my friends;

Flossed, with their wreaths, between toothed claws.

There's no escape, besides The End...