Tomb Raider

Her muscles are aching,
footsteps echo through the tomb...
Her heart begins thumping:
that dreadful sense of doom.

Pistols clenched tight,
determined look on her face,
Lara Croft advances forward
gaining fast in that chase.

The light is gloomy,
strong's the stench of decay.
Click. Thump. Stone is rumbling,
a boulder chases its prey.

She pushes still forward,
laboured breaths warm her face.
Her paces are doubled,
game is on, starts the race.

She stumbles through darkness,
deep down to the core.
There knowledge awaits her,
that's what she lives for.