Down the cold, dark steps I padded fearfully –
had I dreamt those soul-destroying howls?
But then, again, the pleading echoed tearfully
from somewhere deep within the castle’s bowels.
Though terrified, I crept involuntarily
down towards the source of this lament.
An owl shrieked! I halted momentarily,
then, shivering, continued my descent.
In my hand, the candle flickered hazily,
casting ghastly shadows on the wall.
Down and down again I tiptoed crazily,
unable to resist the anguished call.
The dungeon door! I gazed upon it woodenly,
then drew the bolt with deep metallic clang.
The candle snuffed. I stepped inside, then suddenly,
from deep within the fetid cell, there sprang...
Last edited by Peter Goulding; 03-05-2014 at 11:05 AM.
Reason: Reverse hazily and crazily as per Graham's suggestion
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