Dungeon

Welcome to my Dungeon, come on in

Hold this torch the tours’ about to begin

Stay close to me, don’t touch the walls

Ignore the inhabitant’s pleas and calls

Here in this chamber, I greet new guests

Put them through some basic torture tests

Over there daily beatings are given

Screams of pain keep the punishers driven

Now come with me, walk this way

Down these halls never see the light of day

Chained to that table is someone bad

So we drip water on his forehead to drive him mad

Watch your step, walk around the hole

For deep inside lay forgotten souls

Avoid the puddles; they’re not what you think

They’re infectious waste the locals drink

The rats down here are larger than dogs

Also be on the lookout for carnivorous hogs

Ah here we are the chamber of confession

In here the guilty learn a horrible lesson

Don’t look at them, just keep walking

Their tongues are removed to keep them from talking

Torture and pain are a way of life here

Some even survive on what many fear

Oh my, please forgive the smell

This is where we keep those, who aren’t quite well

Soon it’ll be feeding time, it’s a nasty brew

There’s plenty for all, how ’bout you

Please don’t panic, you’ll only make it worse

I promise to take pleasure when you hurt

Dungeon Master