A lankorous odour, of moist, wet, foul debris. the Walls slims with their own oozes, thick with a warm dark energy.  The foul corridors span unfathomably in a cave network labyrinth Cistern.,
                                     You have entered UnderZone: ` the Cistern\,'

the air pongs with 
a rich scent; 
rotten, festering;

Yet beguiling,
and absent at the
same time. It is 
quiet down here.
drip drop drip
off the faucets, pipes,
drains,
a dark, thick,
lack of air.

Oh how
much nicer it is above!
its not easy to think
down here,
not good,
to think, too much.
worry would take ahold
no time for that.

the walls seem to move,
    darkened alleys
        seem to be made out
       in the shadows.