Catacombs

Posted on May 17, 2017 by Helen
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Image credit: Verkhovynets Taras/Shutterstock.com

Down in the catacombs
Rhys, David and me
Looking for danger
Insolent, free
Our bloodied hands
A warning sign
Destroy all that’s innocent
Everything fine
Down in the catacombs
Rhys, David and me

Only fools trespass
Down in the mines
We’re what is waiting
We’re what you’ll find
Slicing your skin
Eating your pain
Dust to dust friend
You’re all the same
Only fools trespass
Down in the mines

Hell’s destination
Follow we three
Pay the pied piper
Nothing is free
Life’s but a shadow
Gone in a blink
No time to run now
No time to think
Hell’s destination
Follow we three

Down in the catacombs
Rhys, David and me
Hell’s destination
Follow we three

(c) Helen M Valentina 2017

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to Catacombs

  1. John W. Howell says:
    May 17, 2017 at 7:04 pm

    Almost lyrical. Excellent, Helen.

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

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