The Dungeon Keeper (Revised Version)

The Dungeon Keeper
(Revised Version)

The dark, damp, deep dungeons where seldom sunlight seeks, Here, all cease to speak, and feeble muffled echoes, ripple At the Dungeon Keeper’s feet! Here all will forget, they once lived, Time is stagnant in the granite keep, Chained by neck and feet (No crosses please): Much time to contemplate Those old propositions once made— Now too late to seek, In this utter darkness where Silence and solitude reek. “Yea, yea!” exclaims the Dungeon Keeper “You are all my guests (No future in it, only madness) But they come all the same Down here in the deep, Deep Granite dungeons Where I never sleep…” Where walls speak, Blink, have dark secrets: They have unconquerable spirits in these dungeons below where looming footsteps, never fatigue, remain cold, and slimy bodies roam… These cold walls have feet, instinctively they groan Wiggle about; moan they do Not know defeat— This is no dream it is awoken reality! Where creative havoc runs loose And so says the Dungeon Keeper who never sleeps “It is my birthright to wake the guest’s night after night, Revenge is sweet!”