Vaults Of The Dead Part 2

This is a follow up to one of my previous poems Vaults of The Dead sorry its a bit long enjoy!

So do you have the courage to enter these vaults once more?
Let’s start by opening the door
Be careful as you descend the stairs
Some people have been pushed by unseen hands, so remember take great care
As your eyes grow accustomed to the fading light
One word of warning these spirits feed on your fright
Its time to bring in our link to the dead
And let the stories unfold as we are lead
As you turn the corner into the first vault
A young man staggers in front of you screaming it was not my fault
He is covered in blood and wields a knife in his hand
You blink your eyes and the man disappears from this land
Whilst this vault served as a pub a young man accidentally stabbed his friend to death
Since this deed the young man has never left
Walking out of this vault and back into the corridor a shiver runs down your spine
You turn around and a young woman stands before you crying with an echoing whine
As she lifts her head you can see lumps all over her head
The plague reached these levels and the government had the victims locked up and left for dead
Continuing your tour of this awful place a small child you saw on your last tour appears
Still looking for her mother in vain she wanders hopelessly around in fear
Soon you are confronted by two men they don’t seem to realise you are there
They are sneaking around with bags dripping with blood in great care
These are the body snatchers who found there end at the hangman’s noose
But in death they are still roaming around on the loose
As you walk towards the end of this walk
A young woman comes running into the corridor, as you look more closely she has a slashed neck and in vain is trying to talk
She reaches out to you in a plead for help but just before she touches you she is gone
This is Lilly a poor prostitute murdered by the body snatchers and for eternity she will linger on
I think it is time you left this place and let the sprits continue with their ways
As you leave a small prayer please do say
It has been nice giving you a tour of the vaults of the dead today
As you sleep do not let these spirits torment the thoughts in your head
As you very well know they are the living dead