The lair of the damned, far from the sane
Beholden to a solitary mind inane
I roam through sinuously, tumultuous mists
Where blades wrestled with funerary wrists
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The Pathway Of Skulls
The lair of the damned, far from the sane
Beholden to a solitary mind inane
I roam through sinuously, tumultuous mists
Where blades wrestled with funerary wrists
Sodden, the ground so fruitlessly stained
With the blood of the listless ones ordained
The fool now roams, a profound wreck,
As craniums around, lie severed from the neck
Luck blooms in scant dereliction
The hallway spirals towards infection
A disease-riddled maze of those that strayed
Lined wih the portraits of the ones betrayed
The jagged lies under their feet
The perpetuity of a condemned defeat