This is a re-edit of a previous poem, In A Dark, Dark Room. It us for the 3-word contest.
In A Dark, Dark Room Tormented in a pitch black room-- Smelling the foulness in the ground; Flickering shadows in the gloom That feed upon me, all around Bound hand and foot, with neck exposed, Tormented in a pitch black room, I only slept, when coffins closed, With nightmares of impending doom. I heard above a muffled boom My eyes assaulted by the light Tormented in a pitch black room Never more will I fear the night I signed on with Van Helsings Free, Hunting vampires from tomb to tomb. I rescue others, lost like me-- Tormented in a pitch black room.
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