footprints

Tracks in the soft moss
treads to be exact
the soles of shoes.
Darkened corridor
a cave sloping down
misty with the breath of the earth.
the constant dripping of water
carving away
keeping time.
deeper still.
deeper still.

New tracks in the moss
footprints to be exact
i fear the thing that made them.
Shadowed horror,
dweller of the cave,
choking black breath not of this earth.
the constant dripping of water
carries me away
across time.
deeper still.
deeper still.