As I walk this deathly silent place
My nerves on edge I start to shake
The place where I did meet my doom
Amongst these lonely catacombs
The air is dry, it smell of dust
As I walk along in this eerie dusk
Bodies lie, my fear it looms
As I walk these scary catacombs
My ears can hear a muffled cry
Is it coming from deep inside
From one of these sealed and locked up tombs
It is cold among these catacombs
I walk alone for I am dead
This is the place I should lay my head
I don't belong, I met my doom
Amongst these lonely catacombs
I walk in spirit, there is no peace
My moaning cries will never cease
Till I am found, my presence will loom
Locked within these catacombs
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow, most beautiful Immagery, Sue, Thank you for letting me read this quality write..