Dungeon Poem by sourav sarkar

Dungeon



DUNGEON


Dense, dark, driven cunningly placed
Before my sight
Langue ushered as flint
Demonic fire flow shrills high
My patience tensed
Brink of half deadened lakes
Glimpses often.
Tampered soul loses strength
Affectation made aloof
Saffron blowpipes sounds bore
Getting dense , dark , dense

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