Haunted Stables Poem by Justin Gildow

In the haunted stables
Nests of snakes either hang from the ceiling
Or crawl along the ground
And so far
Weapons, food, and treasures are the only
things that are providing me solace
They're the only things that are giving me
a fighting chance
As well as a winning chance

Pieces of wood have been gathered and
stacked
I'd like to think I'm the only one alone here
In the haunted stables
I'd like to hope that could be
But somehow I feel that's not the case
There's many things here that will want to
cause me fear
There's many things here that are still in
this place

Decapitated horse heads that are controlled
by spirits hunt me
Ghosts begin to follow me

In the haunted stables
Things can't be any more crazy
Things can't be any more eerie