. . . This was supposed to be in this toipic, but somehow I got confused!

All right this isn't a poem, but a section of my story I thought about. Tell me what you think (Comix-san, please forgive this baka for stealing your light!)

The massive stone door opened slowly. Dust and debris fill the air. You could hear the ancient sounds of stone against stone. Finally the door is opened and the room of darkness is now brought to light. A few figures fill the the room. One is a tall man with spiked black hair and wears glasses. He wears a maroon colored robe that is similar to a preists outfit. And it would seem a smaller version of the man was next to him, except this version has his hair plain and it's brown. These men are Pastor and Matthew. A small woman stands near Pastor, she's dressed as a maid(NOT A FRENCH MAID! Regular) and has curly ginger hair. A large handbag hangs over her shoulder on a sling. A man slighty taller stands by her side, dressed in 19th century clothing. Just a simple white shirt and a brown vest and a pair of brown pants. He wears a bowler and has a mustache'. This couple is Sasha and Nathenial. A man at the same height as Pastor stands next to Matthew. He has a cowboy hat on in a brown trenchcoat with a lever-action slingged over his shoulder. This man is Ty. Then the last figure is a woman, same hight as Sasha, her hair is staight and blonde. Her eyes brown. She dresses in a black jacket and a black skirt with stripped socks (you might like that Comix!) and simple shoes. Her name is Boucha' (Pronounced Boo sha). In the center of the room is a figure that is bizzare and dumbfounding. This figure hands upside down tied in chains from the ceiling and even one tight, from the floor. It has a black body plate just covering its chest, but it's arms are tightly wrapped in cloth. Its legs are treated in the same manner. Its head is concealed by a large diamoned shaped helmet only have one "square" as a grid for breathing in the lower left corner. Around it's neck are large spikes going in the carndinal directions.
I believe we were lied too.. . . how can we use this. . . what even is this?" asked Pastor. "We'll find out won't we?" asked Boucha', as she pulled out a large key. She walks up to the figure and inserts the key into the chest plate decorated in the center with an elaborate design around a key hole. She inserts the key and turns. After a few clicks, the chains begin to move, and gears are heard from the figure and above the ceiling and below the floor. The chains become unwrapped from the figure and the cloth becomes loose. Eventually, the cloth falls to the floor and the chains are off the figure and the figure is lowered to the floor gently, and lies on the floor lifeless. His legs are visible, but most of its legs are covered in a pair of big black bracelets attached by chains. His arms are in the same manner. Its skin is pale and white.
"This poor creature. . . what did this creature do to deserve such a dungeon?" asked Sasha as she looked on with pity of the figure. Footsteps are heard behind them and a man enters. "Thank you so much!" The man is now visible to see. He wears raggy clothes, a giant green and torn jacket, torn baggy pants, leather boots, and a pair of brown gauntles. He has a giant bag on his shoulder. He holds two Broken Butterflies in his hands. "I have too say, I really didn't think you would leave your lil' village just to find him, but you did!"
"Merchant? What..." said Matthew, his voice lost to confusion. "I just needed you to find him. I have other buisnesses to take care of. I can't be waisitng my time searching for keys that might not exsist!"
"So, you used us to find... a corpse!?" yelled Nathenial. "Not just a corpse! This corpse is a being that's power can be harvested to elimate the human race!" Sasha spoke up with an assertive voice, "Your mad". The Merchant laughs and yells, "As a fox! Now, I need a sacrifice to feed this being! Once he has a taste of human blood he'll bow down to me and I can get my bounty!" He shoots Boocha'. Boocha' screams and falls over next to the corpse. Her shoulder bleeds badly and the blood lands on the corpse. Tears come out of her brown eyes. She clutches her shoulder and grits her teeth. Sasha tries to go to Boocha', but the Merchant tries to shoot at her. TY pulls out two Colt. 45 revolers and blasts the Merchant. The bullets bounce off his jacket. "Armor under neath do ya'?" asked Ty with a smile. "Yep" The Merchant pulls the trigger on his Broken Butterfly and hits Ty right in the chest and sends him flying against the wall. He slides down, and the distinguishing noice of metal scraping against rock could be heard. "Ah, metal armor too, eh? Great minds think alike! But I see no armor around you head. . ." A scream is heard they look in Boocha's direction, as she crab crawls away from the corpse. The corpse is now alive! A long snake like tounge is seen sticking out of the grid on the helmet. It licks up the blood from on the floot from Boocha's wound. It then gets up on all fours. "AH! It lives! I thought it needed more. . . no matter! Ruin!" yells the Merchant. The corpse looks at the Merchant. "I am your new master now! Come!" stated the Merchant. The corpse looks at him. He begins to shake and grroans are heard. He the leaps at the Merchant. With his right arm he swings down on the Merchant crippling him. The merchant falls to the floor gagging. The corpse then turns around to the others, who are all around Boocha'. They look on this corpse with fear and amazement. The corpse walks on all fours like a dog. He then stops and looks at each one. He sees their crosses dangling from their necks. A somewhat joyful sounding groan is heard from the corpse. It then draws a big cross in the dirt. "Are you... a Christian?" asks Pastor fearfully. The corpse rises his hands up to the ceiling and another joyful groan is heard. By this time, Boocha's wound is being patched up by Sasha. "What is your name?" asks Boocha', sweat glistening off her face from the anxiety of what might happened next. The corpse looks at her and writes in the sand in the neatest of cursive. It writes, "Punishment. Thy name is Ruin"