Buried Deep

The door the door
buried deep.

Under Horcroft Manor
where the foundations weep.

Into its bowels
we dug and dived.

Hoping for treasures
our fortunes to find.

Our words failed us
we had stumbled upon.

In a grand cave
hidden from dawn.

An immense stone door
adorned from beyond

With glyphs and carvings
questions with no response.

We were all drawn in
by its hypnotic sight.

The door felt our presence
almost ebbing with delight.

I can't recall
who touched it first.

Only the feeling
of the door's breaking curse.

The ground shook
the walls cracked.

We stumbled and ran
only I made it back.

I heard the moving
and shrieking of things.

Of claws and steps
and flapping of wings.

The doors opened wide
I regret watching the sight.

My vision was filled
with an inhuman fright.

Back to the manor
I ran, I fled.

The rest of my friends
must surely be dead.

I'm hidden in the bedroom
windows barred and doors locked.

Through cracks in the boards
I listened and watched.

They know I'm here
they're scratching through the walls.

My pistol is loaded, a single shot
for when the bars fall.

I curse our greed
through maddening laughter.

And the horrors we unlocked
below Horcroft Manor.