What lays beneath, shall remain unknown
As the creepness prevail with a dark mourn
Unsure of the foul smell of decayed meat
No one wants to breath while they eat
It's certain that we are not alone here
Cause everytime I feel the crawling of fear
Like someone rushing through to come near
But possibilities are that it's just the fear in mind
Which guides the fearful heart to actually find
What lays beneath the ground?
From which the mourn aches mumer the sound
The chill feeling gathers on hearing the dogs howl
The strange faint hooting of the jungle owls
While none has the courage to see outside
The ground breaks and the smell smearing from inside
It's what looks like the opening of the hells portal
And the creatures crawl out as a rotting mortal
The lordship of this place has guarded this place
That's why these creatures are not able to trace
For we are few who are safe for now as told
But who knows what this darkness really holds
The smokes fill the atmosphere around
The cold mist and heavy fogs surround
As there is a wait for the day break to come
How many of us shall remain? Probably some
The growling and gronning such unheard
Unseen deads roam, some even without heads
I only wish this was just a dream not true
If only this night passes and hopefully we are through
In the light of day, we shall know what's there
None have such courage, for they do not want to bare
The wreath of the dark hell creatures
With distorted bodies and disfigured features...
©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.