Shadows Of Rats Poem by Aaron Lynn

Soul bound inside a massive room,
The stench of death is strong.
A single bulb brightens this hell
But not the door leading beyond.

I can't decipher the foreign language
Etched upon decaying walls.
But the atmosphere feels panicked
As cries echo throughout the hall.

The cries grow more inhuman,
A song to match the thickest gloom.
Much like a hundred violins
Screeching out of time and out of tune.

A shadowed mass of vicious rodents,
Several silhouettes of death,
Sing their symphony of horror
As they rip my soul to shreds.