Love Blood then Death

The Unknown

In the darkness below all is heard is a snicker

The floors creak as the lights flicker and flicker

I light up my torch as my heart begins to pound

For I am afraid for what awaits below in the ground

I reach a wooden door with the color scarlette red

That reaks with the stench, the stench of the dead

Behind that door I hear a peirced scream

Frightened I drop my torch then hear nothing

Not a sound was heard alone in the dark

Not a hint of light not even from the stars.

I was a coward for I ran away

The secrets behind that door remain to this day.