Further Adventures with Rory's Storycubes!

Below is a poem I wrote during another play session with Rory's Storycubes!  If ever stuck for creative inspiration, have a go - I highly recommend it!

Within

Sleeping – yet eyes tracking
An imaginary foe – or is it?
A scuttling; dark, foreboding.
Yet like a magnet
Draws me in

I falter
A scratch on my foot
A silent scream escapes my lips
A scarab, black as the night
Beckons me to follow.

Ahead is a door – simple oak
Yet something about it ...
An arrow on the floor
To the wall – I tentatively touch
Crumbling mortar gathers at my feet.
The brick is gone.

I peer within
A chasm of blackness
A voracious mouth
Yet my hand reaches in.
A yellow envelope.
Within it, a key.

Within my grasp
I carry my freedom
Turning the key
I open the door;
The night stretches ahead
The howling moon high.

I bound into the
Forest of fear
My fur flying free.
The cold air
Licking at my gums.
Teeth bared
I stalk towards it.
The tower awaits.