A Failing Mission
Eerie, foreboding,
Stumbling through the jagged rocks;
Darkness increasing.
A blood sacrifice
Offered for the cruel passage,
Shining on the walls.
The spray of the sea
Vanishes in the black cave-
Further, further on.
A ghostly pale green
Casts its glow in the mirrored
Vast and evil lake;
A rotting, dead hand,
Lifeless bodies so lazy,
So chilling below.
Agony, anguish.
The professor screams in pain,
Drinking vile potion.
Water, please, water.
Forced to enter Death's clawed hands,
Tipping the goblet.
A ring of fire lit,
A tiny golden locket
Scooped from the basin.
Weary, unnerving.
The journey back so chilling;
The Dark Mark shines high.
Frozen, paralyzed-
Horror as green lifts the man,
Thrown off the tower.
All had been in vain.
All had been for naught, all waste:
The locket a fake.
Gone, an empty face,
Sprawled on the ground unseemly,
Ne'er to wake again.