Creaking door pulled open
to creeping figure,
sneaking and searching
for that lost macguffin,
a treasure so rare as to capture
all psyches and minds,
rotting their wants and needs.
Pupils becomes dollar signs
cartoonishly and the evil seeps
into their hearts,
a bitter blackened poison.
But still,
through corridor bricked
and hallway cobbled
they investigate,
could that be a hidden button
or perhaps a raised paving,
breaching wood and stone
to reveal the trove?
Somewhere amongst the cold
tiles lies that covered
room, full of riches
and annihilation.