The Dungeon.
Champion...A Champion, Chained & Sickly.
Lovely Things Coated N What's Horrid & Sticky.
Calmly, The Keepers With Clammy Palms Carry Out Their Work.
Smirk Of A Nearby Giant Known 2 Go Berzerk.
Stark Naked, All Of Us Stuck Here R.
Stare Out The Open Window 2 See My Favored Star.
Roar Of The Dragon That Lives Here & Let's Us Know It When It's Time 2 Eat 1 Of Us.
Pause, 4 A Moment, 2 See A Fat Rat Eat A Very Big Cockroach.
Approach Of Some Higher Authority 2 Often Think On: Just A Illusion Of Freedom, I'm Supposed 2 Die Here.
Tear After Tear Has Made Each & Every Puddle 2 B Seen Here N The Dungeon.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 22nd, 2023 13:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Have Fun, Mates.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 4
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