cryptic crawlers of the Dungeon of Doom
skeletons scattered in the dust and the
dirt of a loosely tiled cell covered
with runes their broken bones dangling
in the dark as I glance at them in
the glow of a grinning moon making my
way through a maze of morbid masses I
get a glimpse of what lurks in the
lightless rooms creeping on their clenched
claws they amass the cryptic crawlers of
the Dungeon of Doom crack I must have
crushed one of the gaping skulls dozens
of lidless eyes are now greedily glaring
at me
their screams worse than a screeching
seagull I shiver when I realize I might
be one of them
 
