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Catacombs of Paris
Down deep under Paris’ streets,
Lies the catacombs.
Bodies so old they've rotted away their meat.
Rats skittering throughout this labyrinth
Grinning skulls greet you eerily
All other sounds of life are absent
Stop, this is the empire of the dead
Enter into the secret passages if you dare
Get hurt and the catacombs might be your deathbed.
Lies the catacombs.
Bodies so old they've rotted away their meat.
Rats skittering throughout this labyrinth
Grinning skulls greet you eerily
All other sounds of life are absent
Stop, this is the empire of the dead
Enter into the secret passages if you dare
Get hurt and the catacombs might be your deathbed.
Published 2nd Mar 2015
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2nd Mar 2015 5:01am
Dark, and very observational. Paints such a clear image in the mind of the reader, like I was there. Very nice.
2nd Mar 2015 3:55pm
This is almost like a little horror story unto itself. It's interesting that the Phantom of the Opera lurked here. This has fine atmosphere, and your last line brings quite a chill. I doubt that you'll get lost, PoisonApple!
2nd Mar 2015 7:02pm
Thank you Crow! Though I probably would get lost in the Catacombs of Paris. I have a horrible sense of direction!
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