Dead Bodies Everywhere

The dimly lit cave smells of rotting flesh, and cracked bones line the catacombs. The ground below is covered with guano, as the bats above sleep furtively. Stalagtites hang in precarious fashion, and stalagmites reach towards the ceiling, begging to kiss the tips of their twins. Each step feels soggy, and the air grows thicker, as I venture into this vortex of blackening darkness. The air too grows cooler as I descend to the abyss, and winds whistle from cracks up above in arrogant bliss. The cave now grows narrow, and the ceiling too falls, panic has stricken yet that's my fear least of all. The prize at hand is worth millions untold, and I must attain it for glory of Old. The air now feels drier as if inhaling gray chalk, and webs of dead spiders, undisturbed for so long, lie before me like a blanket of forlorn caution cipher. I enter a room without company of light, yet something is wrong here, this is not right. I turn on my lantern hoping to grasp sense of sight, and upon doing so, I'm taken back with much fright. Bodies preserved by some mysterious force, hang from the ceiling with blood dripping to the floor. The walls too are lined with corpes, faces distorted with mouths wide open, all color now lost, they're no more than gray ghosts. This is the home of the creature in nightmares, they call it the Devil, but he is far worse. I make the decision to leave this room of sacrifice, but when I turn around, the doorway is blocked. There is the creature that I have so long feared. I let out a *SCREAM*, but all hope is gone, for I am his victim as into my chest, he thrusts his malicious, shrill prong. Then I am picked up on this murderous skewer, and hung from the wall where he will feast of my soul. Nothing can be heard but bloodcurdling screams, as he meticously rips my eyes from my head, and my flesh from my body. Strange as is may be, I still am not dead, this is the torture I've feared in my bed. I pray to my saviour that this will soon end, and this is granted as I pass out instead. I finally awake and know where I am. My arms are tied up and I now hang from above, yet something is missing my legs have gone numb. Then I realize what has just taken place, my torso is gone now, and where once were my eyes, now an arid space. Quickly I die, in the most horrid of ways, but not without remembering her beauteous face.I know this is a huge change from my other poems, but I really wanted to try my hand at a completely different genre, and this is about as opposite as it gets from my typical writings. I'm sorry if this is really disturbing, but it's kinda like a horror movie. I hope everyone can enjoy it nonetheless. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 04:40 PM PST   0 • 10