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A Dungeon Hell

Updated on June 22, 2014

By: Wayne Brown

Slamming doors echo off stone walls in this dungeon keep

Ten years I have here survived on bread, water, and sleep

My captors put me in chains and hammered them in stone

Days and night spent here, ten years spent all alone


My clothes are rags and I reek of my own hideous smells

There are no baths or earthly pleasures in this living hell

Little light makes its way to the darkness of my confines

Leaking water runs down the walls tracing its wet lines


Mold grows on the walls and floor in a dank prison den

The vermin runs about freely stealing from those within

Myself and a hand full of others chained in our cells

All enemies of the state awaiting our death fate to tell


Our numbers dwindle as the guards march them off

‘Off with his head’ are the words the guards scoff

They leave with a man; return with his bloody head

Then parade it about keeping our deepest fears fed


We are weak and undernourished; unable to resist

Ever doomed to this dungeon of dark to die like this

One day the guards will come to the door of my cell

An executioner’s axe will free me from this dark hell


Our captors are evil men with hearts that are black

Stealing from the peasants, their gold coins they stack

Those who resist them will soon come here one day

To be thrown in a dungeon cell to rot here away


I hear the footsteps as they walk down the halls

They echo with each step off these dank prison walls

Two guards march toward the door of my cell

I’m off to the executioner to be free of this hell


The executioner’s axe will fall just after sunrise

A swing of the sharp blade and off my head flies

Only a pauper grave awaits; no marker, no casket

My head carried about in a guard’s woven-basket



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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @ralwus...a dungeon hell might be a better situation that a necktie party with Judge Roy...his facilities were quaint! Thanks for the good words CC! WB

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      ralwus 7 years ago

      Well, you should not have been messin' with that Lily Langtree, Ol' Judge Roy got ya now and he ain't hangin' no more, he's choppin'. Brilliant. CC

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @attemptedhumour...I tried to put myself in that place and it helped to come up with a descriptive journey. Thanks for your great comments! WB

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      attemptedhumour 7 years ago from Australia

      That was a very descriptive and well thought out dark poem. Lovely mate enjoyed reading it. Cheers

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @akirchner...Naaaaaaa! You will do a great job Audrey. Your sense of humor will naturally transcend the horror necessary to scare the crap out of people. Just write about it as if you were having sex in the backyard! LOL! WB

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      Audrey Kirchner 7 years ago from Washington

      Good heavens - this fright stuff is giving me a heart palpitation!

      Very well crafted indeed and you made me freak out with the head rolling and being carried out in a basket. attempt at 'horror' is going to be pretty lame I'm afraid compared to you big fright guns!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @drbj...I am tryng to orient myself in case I am taken as a political prisoner after the November elections! LOL! WB

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      drbj and sherry 7 years ago from south Florida

      Congratulations, Wayne. This is frightening as you meant it to be!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @Amy Becherer...If things keep going down the road they are on in Washington, you and I could be leading such an existence as "political prisoners" who ran their mouths too much. Once democracy has been erased there will be no more speaking out against the government! WB

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      Amy Becherer 7 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Yikes. All prisoners today, living in relative luxury, should have to read this and scare the "yell" out of 'em. Had they been born in different times, they would have been scared straight.

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @SilverGenes...It's all a build up for the launch of my Halloween story. Got to soften up a bit with ghoul! LOL! WB

      @breakfastpop...Well, thank you! I sure appreciate that fine compliment and I will try to live up to it. Come on out from under the bed...there's plenty more to read! LOL! WB

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      breakfastpop 7 years ago

      I have to say Wayne, that you are one of the most versatile and talented writers on the planet. I am under my bed now as I write this.

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      SilverGenes 7 years ago

      Now I'm afraid... very afraid... for what is coming next! You do evil and horror so well I'm going to have nightmares for months!

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      Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

      @saddlerider1...Thanks Ken...I guess I need to get off this Halloween wagon but I wanted a good build up to the launch! LOL! WB

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      saddlerider1 7 years ago

      This brings back memories of a movie I saw with Steve McQueen and Dustin Hoffmann, (Papillion) a true story of grit and determination. And to think this is what many a men and women were faced with for talking out against their Goverments.

      I told you to beware, the left is going to get you:0)))) but you wouldn't listen:0)

      This is one of your scary ones for sure. I felt the pain behind those bars and the wanting to end it quickly and get me out of there. Let my head roll, sooner than later, than to rot in such hellish conditions. Good work my friend.