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Standing before the broken door,
I wondered what hid below the floor.
Myths and rumors had traveled far,
Reaching my ears in that disgraceful bar.
There I sat, drunk with my beer.
Never having known, what was ‘true fear’.
When beside me, an old man sat down,
He creaked a smile, with teeth stained brown.
His hands were gnarled, his back was bent.
Appearing so old, his life nearly spent.
He crooked a finger, beckoning me close,
Leaning nearer, I scrunched my nose.
He reeked of things, I dared not name,
Whispering words of fortune and fame.
Looking back, I know not why,
I dared to believe what must be a lie.
Breathing deeply, I shifted my pack,
Wondering if now was time to turn back?
Shaking my head, I had to know,
What it was that lurked below.
I stepped into the ruined hall.
Moss and grime clung to the wall.
I headed further into the dark,
Flicking my lighter, a flash and spark.
A doorway appeared, near at hand,
With stairs that led into the land.
Glancing back, I saw the day,
And headed down, to my dismay.
I stumbled once, my foot did slip,
Tumbling deeper, I banged my hip.
I shouted out once in my pain,
Stretching my limbs, I felt no sprain.
‘pon getting up, I rubbed my head,
Carefully forward I did tread.
Until in the dimness there was a collision,
And a bent-back figure filled my vision.
Blood red eyes and dripping fangs,
Lank white hair that limply hangs.
Dread and fear encompass from head to toe,
As a familiar voice begins to grow,
“Well now, Dearie, I do say,
It’s about time you came to play.”
-Jessica Mayo 10-29-2018