Dungeons of Doom
Waking up to a nightmare,
I feel myself breathing.
My bare chest feels so cold,
Something inside is beating.
My eyes witness the horror, as
The last pinch of hope dies.
The signs of sheer mortality,
The Devil it clearly implies.
My hands try to grapple for
The remaining rays of light.
All I can catch is cold sparks,
Too feeble for the night.
The path is paved with pebbles,
All grey, black and white.
I glance at the horizon,
The doom laughs at twilight.
I prepare myself for sacrifice,
So the Devil may have my all.
But lo, the tables turn again,
Yet once, I witness my fall.
A final sprint of desperation,
Only to meet death at the shore.
The abyss swallows me again,
Even deeper than it was before.
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