The Old Asylum!

The asylum was waiting for them! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

The old asylum was an eerie looking place

stark against the angry autumn skyline

ominous and bleak an air of  such doom

the team stood together looking with terror

five floors of  an unspeakable dread

it’s said haunted by spirits of the dead!

Like in an old movie the doors creaked open

cautiously they entered feeling a chill

the owner who should have met them here

came the week before and disappeared

nervously they stood in the entrance hall

when each heard a pleading female call!

With trepidation they brought in their equipment

a layout plan in their hands exploration began

five floors of dark dank empty corridors and wards

they split into three groups to cover the ground

daylight in places was poor torches had to be used

creating fear in their minds making them confused!

Shadowy figures seemed every where they turned

and footsteps heard they did not feel alone

they could…

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