Royal Necropolis

I hear the raging hearts
As they beat to the same rhythm
And all in the same pitch
Walking through the tunnel
I feel that I am not alone
In my endeavor
To search for that which
Strikes my curiosity
I am not here for desecration
But merely to gain knowledge
My hands travel down
The limestone walls
Feeling something wet across my palm
I quickly bring it
Close to my face
And see the bright red fluid
Dripping from my fingers
Thinking my imagination
Is taking over me
I glance behind me
Seeming to hear footsteps
When I turn around again
I see the spine-tingling eyes
That I thought were just fiction
When I painfully awake
I find myself in a coffin
Beside me is a jar
Of my drained blood
I smile at my maker
Reading to join him
In our underground kingdom
Our necropolis