Gloomy forests
Black trees deprived of leaves
The ground bare of vegetation
The sky grey
Paths
as a spiders web
If the wrong path is chosen
you die!
Goblins with swords
Trolls with hands like clubs
Await.
On the foot of the mountains
are caves
dark caves
big caves
black caves.
With eyes of dragon watching
waiting
for a moment to strike.
Ghouls and their treasure
their killing touch
Pillars of stone with swords at rest
forever.
Skeletons
sprawled in dark
damp corners
Condemned
never to move again.