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The Cave

Cloaked bats litter the ceiling;
Chirping, buzzing, emanating from the floor;
Black, Dark,
Light of torch crawling.

Flutter, movement, several bats flying;
Within the stomach of the mountain,
Endless Darkness;

Movement ceaseless,
Churning of the pit is endless;
Noise constant, blaring, buzzing.

Cold, still Air sleeps as it surrounds you;
Bugs, critters, seen underneath your feet.
Brown, Black, Grey,
The walls of the stomach reach endlessly;

Exit is nowhere near in sight;
Cold sweat drips;

The Airs' whistles turn to growls;
The buzzing of the floor is louder;
But finally comes the lengthy ladder;

Time to leave.

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