The steps just keep winding downward
Like a spinning alternate wheel of stone
It is cold and numb but we must push
The bottom is deep and I feel all alone
Each footfall is darker and more sinister
A coating of moist death on each ledge
Like a grey hanging mist upon the new morn
Beckoning me deeper and allegiance to pledge
The air thick with decay and callous dust
Making each breath heavily laden with toil
The back of my throat coated by death and muck
From the souls of the dead buried under the soil
Each new step makes my body ache and cry
Legs struggling as if thru congealed porridge
The pace of my endeavour slowed to a stop
And I look deep within for an ounce or courage
Am I at the bottom? I fear for the worst
The darkness so thick it weighs in my soul
Is my journey ended, or am I just at the start
I cannot take one more step its taking a toll
A presence nearby startled my senses as
A breath on my neck chilled me to the bone
The sweat from my brow now frozen in place
As I realised I was no longer down here alone
My pulse was racing my breathing now forced
I tried my best to stay calm, quiet and perfectly still
But my heart so stressed it was fit to burst
My body now numb with fear acted against my will
I started to run and my legs moved on their own
It was like trying to run blinded by a thick leather mask
I stumbled and fell and tumbled until I hit the bottom
My mind in pain and my body ruined not up to the task
I lay where I fell and I felt my heart sink from within
As a presence enveloped my like a malevolent force
It picked me up and laughed silently in my ear
So I had no chance to understand its source
“So you want to understand what is down in the pits?”
It said so softly and clearly I thought I was asleep.
No I thought I just wanted a look to see the unseen.
“Well I am afraid now your soul is mine to keep”
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