By The Light Of A Mobile Phone

Here's a new one - a full blown horror poem :)

By the Light of a Mobile Phone

1. We called ourselves urban explorers, we'd show the lost and found, 

Investigating abandoned places, like they were our playground, 

We'd film our expeditions, and post them on the web, 

There's one that's too dark to show, so here's a poem, in it's stead.

2. A trio of discovers, and I'll tell you of their names, 

There's me of course, and Jennifer, then her boyfriend James, 

It had started out, when on a walk found lonely mine,

And had a little look inside, whilst filming all the time.  

3. I posted the video, on a well known sharing site, 

It went down extremely well, thousand views over night, 

Which encouraged us to do some more, and slowly we got braver, 

Exploring stranger places, though now it makes me shudder. 

4. We'd always film on our phones, locations we had found, 

Like old factory, or warehouse, once an old ghost town,

We found the most popular, were the one's that were scary, 

Particularly, underground, as the dark made viewers wary.

5. The last one that we made, and I leave this in memorium, 

Was the basement of the crumbling, old Arkham sanitarium, 

As soon as we broke in there, gloom fell on upon us,

Like some heavy woollen cloak, as we fumbled through the darkness. 

6. After climbing over rubble, we made it to the basement, 

We appeared in long cold corridor, so against our better judgement, 

We continued to explore, through that pitch thick blackness, 

Though the torches we had brought, revealed the fetid dankness.

7. The corridor wove and split, with doors on either side,

And scratched into a wall, I can make out "Woe Betide",

It was so very cold down there, with a fetid pungent stench,

The whole thing reminded us, of The Tales of the Arkham Wench.

8. We started to hear noises, like little running footsteps,

That sounded strangely muffled, so filled with some regrets, 

We turned back the way we came, to find our route had changed, 

As the passageway we had trod, was somehow re-arranged. 

9. As we stood aghast, in awe of dreadful sight, 

James made a funny noise, from his torch came flickered light, 

Then went out, and left us, with one third less illumation,

So we chose, to move on, though in great trepidation. 

10. At the next grim junction, of this twisted wasted maze, 

James said he heard something, call from his childhood days, 

And before we could stop him, he ran off to another, 

As he fled I heard him whisper, "I'm coming home, mother".

11. That was when Jenny's lamp went out, and she cried and whimpered too,

That she was next, then suddenly, as if apparently, on queue,

She heard James calling, saying please help me, I've made a big mistake,

Just come here now and rescue me, so I may see daybreak. 

12. That was some time ago, and she hasn't come on back,

My torch has failed and what's worse, phone battery's going flat, 

I'm saving power with light turned off, as I fear I might descend,

Into wild pit of madness, when it drops below ten percent.

13. I can hear that someone's calling, and it's a voice I recognise, 

That of my long-passed wife, though it's years since she died, 

But now I've got to go to her, though it chills me to the bone, 

As all I have to see the way, is the light of this mobile phone.