As I walk through the dark and eerie dungeon
I smell the musky air
The rotting corpse lays upon the warped wooden bench
As I open the creaking door the rusted hinge screaks
I see the well oiled chains laying so proudly upon the worn down dirt in the far gloom I hear echoing screams
I walk slowly over to examine the rotting corspe and discover a damaged necklace as I took it in the distance I hear a shooting
I suddenly hit the cold bricks, and screamed in shock
ou scared me, just a bit. this means it is doing hat it was written for.. nice.
that was cool i liked the whole oily chains part males the room have a feel literally to it and it help bring it to life.. lets see here. describing the bench was a good idea cuz it lets me know that this place is very old and this body has been here for a while and the bench was there even longer gives the title a bit of a connection u used in the distance twice so i gave u a nine out of ten put a new word like in the far gloom or something and it will be a ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem! Very good imagery!