Mutiny

Down the corridor she walked on,
heavy hands of shadows caressed her small figure,
as the wind slipped into her clothes,
to frighten her more.

She hated the loneliness of the place,
the corners were filled with empty years or nothingness.
The search for a living soul was a useless time consumer.

The fear that struck her was not of killing creatures,
but of death itself.
How it would pick an item and bring it down to it's fiery kingdom.

Pure darkness was fogged with never ending eternity,
stranded like mutiny was what it was like in this corridor.
Thrown away for the unwanted predator,
to slowly kill and eat, flesh and bone alike.

The sad thing about her it she can't leave this hell,
She tries to release herself but can't,
the weakness takes her.

So she dreams of a hero,
to save her from the life she lives.
To sweep her away,
and find death before death finds her.