Drip, drip
The water drops in the desolate bottom
It echoes as the light fades from the end
Cries in the distance
The cries of war
Watching, the being is there
Lifeless these bodies are
Long forgotten and disposed improperly
No proper rites of passage
The lack of a funeral for the long dead
Civilians of war never to be revealed
Hidden from their families
Their cries of anguish fill the caverns
Watching from a distance the being is there
Waiting to summon the ghosts
A ghastly shade of white
A visitor lay there
Paralyzed by fear
The long spider fingers touch him
Victims in restraint, echoes of the lost souls
To forever be elapsed, the visitor is no more
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