Passageways dark and eerie
Under the mountain they lie.
Lakes of deep dark icy black waters.
Small islands of crude cold jagged rock.
So deadly, yet so alluring.
Attracting the brave
and the fool.
Mercilessly drawing them inward
and then in dark corners
slowly pushing a dagger
into their thoughts.
The evil watches as the idiot dies
in the cold and lonesome darkness.
Skeletons perhaps never found
in the sorrow and shame of greed.
Yet gold there is
and riches there are.
The Dark Lords know
that man cannot resist.
He will pursue it until his death.
Other cunning creatures
in their evil ways
are rewarded by the Lords.
They get no joy of it.
They sit in dark damp corners
and wallow over their treasure.
Afraid of the light of truth.
They will never know the pleasure
of soft green grass
and the warmth of the sun.
Evil little creatures are they
with cunning long fingers.
Many have found their way
round mans throat.
Many have felt the body
struggle and drop
limp within the deadly clasp.
Those evil little creatures
that place the blades of daggers
into the stomachs of men.
Watching them fall
weak with pain and shock.
Those horrid little cowardice creatures!