• Deep in the Bowels

    Of Thorfenshtur Keep


    You hear a strange noise

    It sounds like a weep,


    The spiders are sneaking

    Through skeleton fingers


    The rats are all running

    The smell of death lingers,


    As you turn the corner

    You see a strange room


    A man at a table

    His hair like a broom,


    The table in front of him

    Looks to be a mess


    Wrinkled up papers

    Portraits of a woman in a dress,


    As you approach

    The man turns around


    Meeting you with red eyes

    A wince and a frown,


    He gestures his hand

    He calls out a word


    Then down comes a box

    You’re trapped like a bird,


    Deep in the bowels

    Of Thorfenshtur Keep


    You hear a strange noise

    It sounds like a weep


    But alas! This weep is you

    For as you may seek,


    There is no escape

    From Thorfenshtur Keep.