Around and around the wretched maze they run, Searching for escape, under the blistering sun. Nimble and quick for hours on end. But when the sun sleeps, themselves they must fend. For out from the shadows come the monstrous howls, The ones of the Reapers, the demons most foul. But should one suffer their venomous sting, They’ll know all the answers to the grand suffering. “So isn’t that good?” one might believe. But such assumptions are for the naïve. Because in seconds such truth breaks the mind in twain, Contorting the soul with a terrible pain. “But why,” you might ask. “Why the mystery, the craze?” It’s just the terror and wonder of the perilous maze. In the vast ocean of young adult novel series turned movie franchises, Harry Potter reigns king (despite starting out as a children's series). But riding on the coattails of its success are a slew of others that dared to and did indeed touch the stars with varying success: Fifty Shades of Grey, Divergent, and The H...