It was a sad and scary night without explanation! The Foureyed Poet.
It was pitch black as entering the fort
with a group to investigate
an odd atmosphere within thick walls
said to linger in the stale air
here a fortification for a thousand years
with cells rising several tiers!
Hearing sounds like doors slamming shut
screams of pain and anguish
even before exploring the dark corners
built of granite on putrid land
in the blackness harried souls are near
empty eyes at you peer!
Whispering voices cursing your presence
in that dank atmosphere
that stench of death make you wretch
as the darkness overwhelms
shadows dart about in that dense place
this is the teams base!
Dividing into two groups of three they started
their investigation of the fort
for a couple it was not a wise decision to come
their demise was assured
sat for a while watching the camera monitors
as a mist rose from the floors!
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