DungeoneerA Poem by JohnI've got a lot of things to say I hope I don't stray too far from the point but I might get a little lost in here from time to time but that's okay, I brought a map and besides these walls and halls are known to lead the way for visitors who mean no harm to the owners of this place but my words have a tendency to reach out and touch people and some of my friendly visitors aren't always the same afterwards but most the time it's safe to say we'll make it out of here okay and if we don't it's only a matter of time until we might choke, but the floors and doors only creak to let all of us know, that we may only have another passage to go, we might make it out before the end of days or might just lie and hope we don't die and as the stones and bones start to close in around us the torches will go out, darkness all about, and all our shouts will become whispers, prayers, gasps, sobs. © 2013 John |
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Added on February 6, 2013Last Updated on February 6, 2013 |