Mossy cobble-stone
fill the long winding walkway,
snaking through the grass.

A pit full of snakes.
Cobras that stand to attack.
A deadly hazard.

A blood stained dagger:
a rat has been sacrificed,
unloved by humans.

Pentagrams on tile.
Quite the Pythagorean
is the room’s owner.

The owner sits in black robes,
a tarot deck in his hands.

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