Curse Curiosity

by Kerrie Ann Salsac

Posted by Kerrie

There it was; the ancient tomb,

where trespassers meet their doom,

should they walk into the gloom,

evil waiting to consume.

 

An ancient and evil curse,

carved in stone, in Latin verse.

Acts displeasing and perverse

designed to scare and unnerve.

 

But curious and reckless,

I approach slowly, breathless.

I feel an eerie presence

that reeks of hate and vengeance.

 

Once within, my torch dies out.

The darkness arousing doubt,

spinning wildly all about

suppressing the urge to shout.

 

Here she was; the ancient tomb.

An ancient and evil curse.

Too curious and reckless.

Now within, her voice dies out.

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