The Mines

They say there are Travellers,

Deep in the mines,

Wandering from dusk until dawn.

No one will work,

When the sun is not up,

And the moon casts,

An eerie glow.


They are searching, they say,

These Travellers of old,

Looking for something they lost.

They frighten the miners,

With a cold nameless fear,

When they are seen,

Far below.


Deep underground,

Are mysterious tunnels,

Miles upon miles to travel.

Stories are told,

Of men who had died,

And now wander in search,

Of a life.


Beware of the shadows,

The cold silent dark,

And Travellers that lurk out of sight.

Your life maybe forfeit,

And you unaware,

In a single brief moment.

Of strife.

31 thoughts on “The Mines

  1. Murphy’s Law

    This scared the bejesus out of me! I won’t be going into any mines ever! Not even in my dreams! Well done my friend. I love your painting!

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    1. quiall Post author

      Ha ha ha! Thank you Ginger! This all started with that painting which was just me getting rid of excess paint. No thought involved. Does make you wonder…



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