Ah the night is silent,
like a tomb,
monsters come out,
with the moon.

Walls of bones edge the path,
as ancestors grin in candle light,
as I roam under cathedrals,
a trip to history,
but everyone is silent.

I roam the catacombs
from time to time,
one never knows
what one may find.

Except, chiming marrow,
turned to dust,
encapsulating ancient,
memories and knowledge.

A scuff in the distance,
shutter the lantern.
Don't dare take a breathe
that will give us all away.

Knights shields hold secrets,
embossed with codes,
sword topped sarcophagus box,
containing what?

What indeed, tricks and traps.
Skill is needed,
to navigate the deadly
corners, keep your wits sharp.

But that light is like a grid,
cast through storm grates,
hiding only one eye,
that stares from the dark.

Each pool of light
offers false comfort.
The dark brings security

Stone slabs slide open,
with grinding teeth sounds,
amid rising dust,
a treasure inside?

I hear them rise from the depths,
their ancient bones rattle,
deep like hollow thunder.