Trapped in Darkness

Walk through the dark corridor,
Slide open the wooden door,
Nothing is seen through the darkness,
Nothing can be seen through this curse.

It was a bad suggestion,
But there's only one question,
Are they forever doomed,
Traped inside this room?

Trying to look everywhere,
Getting harder to breathe, the thin air,
Sweat begin to roll down their face,
Clocks slowly ticks, and picks up pace.

In the dark, many pairs of eyes stares,
Upon the victims who tried not to care
Totems everywhere, ready to attack,
They moved carefully, watching their back.

Then, the wind blows, shivering cold,
They stood there, brave and bold,
And suddenly, there was something bright,
They could see hope, the glaring light.

But they aren't sure that they are saved,
They must stay possitif, they must stay brave,
They waited for something, they're not afraid,
But nothing else could be said.

No one heard from them again,
They may be in peace, they may be in pain
Indeed nothing else could be said,
They may be alive, they may be dead.

-DrafoX

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Daedalan, in the year 380 AF.