You just wink.
The dungeons are ever cold and drafty,
and past spirits of the unfortunate
cry out to the present
with chilling warnings. Bats
nest in the far corners,
blood dripping from their fangs.
The slimy items of the steel jars
cause the stomach to squirm,
the heart to skip a beat.
An unearthly smell permeates the air.
I feel as if
I have entered death.
But you just wink,
as though this is home. I cringe,
but your eye, full of excitement,
just winks.
And suddenly,
the air is warmer,
the lights much brighter,
and the bats simply disappear.