Dark Kings Tomb

into the dark tomb of the king he moves,
being careful stepping over the grooves,
with a torch light burning to see the way,
nothing ahead but shadows of grey,
burning the webs covering the gap,
as he reaches the end seeing a trap,
leaping over it and dropping his light,
the flame goes out as dark as night,
in this silence he reaches around,
touching places all over the ground,
remembering the trap behind his place,
as nothing seen to remember the space,
blindness in the depths of soundless grave,
he cannot get out and has no one that can save.