Exhume

A macabre tale of what may lay in wait for those who dare pilfer a grave.

Cobble steps
face
sloping down
the
enclave
of a grave.

Every step portending
death; Dormant
until refrained.

Something shimmers, catching light,
reflecting all once lost.
To tarry long
within it’s sight
is far too great a cost.

Begin descent.
Burn your flame.
See all is to see.
Bloodied walls
and
earthen halls
and
something still agleam.

Near bottom lays a crooked mouth
soaked in damp perspiration.
Mist creeps out,
whispers a shout -
a curse upon all nations.

Do dare step in and find yourself
 the source of all this shimmer?
You may just find forgotten wealth…
or just stepped in for dinner.

Reviews

[spiritwind]

Wow! Unholy terror lurks within this poem. Good grief, I seldom shiver upon reading a poem but you've given me goose bumps! Glad it is broad daylight as I read this once again trying to see how you got my heart to pounding in fright. Excellent write!

[RFDIII]

Thank you, I'm veritably proud to hear that it is suitably macabre -- It's always hard to tell if something is scary when you're the one writing it. That being said, I'm glad you enjoyed my poem, and thank you for the review!