Dungeon

imagery poem

As I walk throught the dark , eerie dungeon
I smell the musky air
The rotting corpse lay upon the warped wooden bench
As I ope nthe creaking door the rusted hinge screeks
I see the well oiled chains laying so proudly upon the worn dirt
In the distance I hear echoing screams
I walk slowly over to exmaione the rotting corpse and discover a tarnished necklace
Suddenly I hear a shooting sound and hit the cold bricks