8 August 2012
Drip, drip, drip.
The tunnels echo again and again with the sound of leaking water,
Dripping from the ancient rocks which held up our home,
Splashing onto the floor and splitting
Into a million tiny shards of shimmering glassy infinity.
Drip, drip, drip.
The darkness covers everything it can,
Enveloping the jagged arms of the ground,
Coating the once-bright tunnel lamps,
Stroking the flame of a bedside candle.
Drip, drip, drip.
The creatures sleep, hiding in the droplets and the darkness,
Dodging the attempts that are made to capture them,
Laughing at the desperate lives we lead,
And preparing to crush our already bleak future, Their glowing eyes waiting in the darkness. Waiting to snatch their prey.
Drip, drip, drip.
-Lex Soulsby
Underground Creatures • Opuss № I