CryptsA Poem by Mystica66Crypts of the night, Oh what a fright, Where dark walls creek, So cold and bleak, Echo's sound, Heart's pound, Desire's to run away, And seek the light of day.
Crypts of darkness, Deep in starkness, Where spirits kissed, Shrouded in mist, Curses will unleash, A dark age pastiche, Feelings of helplessness, Enducing your sleeplessness.
Crypts of the night, Yearn for delight, Where shadows come to play, And hunt out lonely pray, Murals painted in blood, Flow like a crimson flood, No escape, no short cut, All exits sealed...Sealed shut!
Crypts of hell fire, Beneath the great spire, All will revive, And will come alive, Like pray, wrapped, Cornered, trapped, Waiting for my end, Ready to descend...
© 2023 Mystica66Author's Note
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