10 April 2013

A rush of cold air flows through the caves, shivering Malans skin,
As he calls out through the darkness, chained and held to rock with a metal pin,
“Is anyone there?” Malan asks, using his muscle to try break free,
“Quiet.” A voice says from the darkness, barely able to see,
“Let me go.” He requests, as the other voice just remains silent,
“I am stuck here too.” Eventually saying, to calm him from being violent,
“Can we get out of here?” Malan keeps pulling, creating a rattling sound,
“Shhh!” the other says, moving into some the light, crawling on the ground,
Showing herself as a woman, pale and naked, rusted chains holding her tight,
“How long have you been here?” Malan asks, with horror at the sight,
“I don’t know.” She moves back, curling into her corner of the cave,
As Malan looks up at the dim sunlight, hoping his friends will come to save.