It was foolish but when you’re young
danger means having fun
the gates to the crypt were locked
a moment of guilt passed
as my entry was solved by a stone
forever would I try to atone!
The rusted gates noisily swung open
it was dark deathly silent
entering the crypt tripping on coffins
was most unpleasant
thinking maybe treasure was in here
should not have drunk the beer!
At the time had no sense of any fear
cold damp nasty odours
the adrenaline rush of an illegal act
with bare hands pushing
stone slabs annoyed at no progress
wanted to get access!
Fumbling in the poor light the flooring
gave way beneath my feet
instantly fell into a lower chamber
filled with putrid bodies
not fully decomposed surrounding me
still no idea how I got free!
Wanting to wretch covered in the slime
staggered out into the air
mortified at what had just happened
saw a grotesque face
and skeletal body in the tomb entrance
felt the instant penitence!
That was before running around certain
it was pursuing me
hatred was so real amongst the graves
even now years on
the presence is real it watches constantly
never more to let me be!
From that time on sounds heard shapes seen
nobody dared go on their own
unless in groups keeping away from the scene
or be scratched and objects thrown!
The Foureyed Poet.
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