Dark dungeon
He walked into it
Without a sword
But a dimly lit candle
A drop of water
Echoed from the darkness
Pericing his heart
A sound of fear
Clutching his fist
He walked in silence
Eyes wide open
Ears all sharp
A tiny whirlpool of wind
Underneath from ground
Tickled its way up
he stood petrified
Motionless and super conscious
His bone crackled
Twitching his eyes
But he didn't step back
With candles half burnt
Not a soul encountered
Up he looked
Curious and undeterred
A whiff of fresh air
He could breathe
Hinting him to
The new direction
As the candle lit off
He stumbled down
To notice a beam of
Light far away
With a smile
He walked into it
With nothing
But a passion
- bexdeep