Dungeon Keeper

He cannot be seen, but can be felt.

He can be heard, but never smelt.

He lies behind stars and under hills,

And empty holes he generously fills.

He comes first and follows after,

Ends life, and kill's laughter.

He's conquered lands, and now Burrows deeper,

Thus begins the life of the DUNGEON KEEPER.

* * * *

He sees all things and those things he devours.

Birds. Trees. Beasts. Flowers.

He's slain Kings, and destroyed towns.

And burned grand cities to the ground.

He is alive, but has no breath.

His touch, they say, is as cold as Death.

Realms he has conquered, but still he goes deeper!

Thus continues the life of the DUNGEON KEEPER.

* * * *

His plans are ancient, but his time will come.

He'll destroy this world before he's done.

Those who oppose him will die by his hand.

Then he'll gleefully reach out and destroy their land.

He was there when it began, and he'll be there as it ends.

He darkness separates lovers, family and friends.

He will conquer it all, but he will still delve deeper.

Thus is the life of the DUNGEON KEEPER.

The Dark Rose.