As I sit alone behind these walls,
the temperature feels cool.
The eerie thought of someone’s there,
when I see the wood stool move.
The walls are thick and made of stone,
so nothing can get through.
Is this the spirit of the troubled man,
who drowned within a pool?
I still look around and get a chill,
this feeling is of doom.
Is this a dungeon where I’ll die someday,
or nothing but a room?
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