The Fort!

It was a sad and scary night without explanation! The Foureyed Poet.

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!

It gradually…

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