Deepest darkest dungeon dwells
A quiet man whose wisdom tells
A secret
What secret? You may ask of thee.
Yes, comes the answer, Can’t you see?
Known by any other name
Not a secret, but a game
A game of what?
I am not sure.
Deepest darkest dungeon dwells
An excited man, an idea swells
Swells his brain
Pollutes his mind
A knock on the door.
It’s such a late time.
“Allow me to enter. Allow me to pass.”
A booming voice- it does not ask.
Deepest darkest dungeon dwells
A scheming man
A special plan
Lock the door, snuff out the candle.
My secret then, you cannot handle.
To the wall walks the man
In his head, his mind, a plan.
Knuckles white, lifts his arm
Veiny blue, pale with fright
Seeking, searching, in the dark
Spiny hands find their mark
A brick gives way, he cannot see.
Breeze of air, is he free?
Forward then, our hero must press
To remain hidden, his only distress
Deepest darkest dungeon dwells
Our hero no more
He has escaped
What is to become of his fate?
Walking forward
Stiff with fright
Through a passage like the darkest night
Moving slowly
hesitant.
Moving forward, duty calls
His hands are on the walls
of slime
cold and clammy
filth and grime
Water drips from above ground
What is this place? Where is it found?
Straightening up to look around
The man stiffens his back
Squinting, searching, in the black
Up ahead, he sees a gleam
Is it light?
Is this a dream?
Walking slowly
slowly
slowly
his eyes adjusting to the scene
this light is cool, almost green
Pure of heart, sound of mind
The man is running out of time
Quickly now, he must explain.
His special role
In this fatal game
Pausing here, the man finds his voice.
A frail and wispy pantomime
Speaking of another time
Of his former prison
Forgotten there for an unnamed crime
It is not fair, it is not just
Kill me then, if you must
My secret shall remain unknown
Enjoy your crown
And bloody throne
Deepest darkest dungeon dwells
The man no longer
Put to death, our story tells
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