Directly I walk into the Cave, Thoughtfully

silent,darefully plague.

A foul scent seem to abyss, mindfully addicting,

compiling in my nostrils as long as a list.

Polishing the walls with my heartful linger, not even

dust, touched my fingers.

Ancient writings of water stones, seem to give the

cave a remarkable tone.

Suddenly Out of nowhere i fell on a rock, toppling

down the lockness rock

this rock be beast for purposfully it tripped me

causing me pain on arms, legs steamed with grief.

A ghost not, eyed not thy shudder, created a rift, of

excitement and plunder cravings, booming like thunder

The ghost turn into cyrstal, shining and blissful

Then an evilic laughter uproar, louder than river,

slamming harder in my head than a door.

Seeing the ground turn into a bloody drink

horrifying this thought, as it seem to robbed my soul clean.