Dungeon

Descend you will,
Seduced by the siren call of golden opulence,
Down into the dungeon,
The harsh pit,
Dank fluctuations through the planets flesh,
Hewed by unknowable beings of history,
The marvel of its structure only matched by the horrors within,

Those before you have fallen as fodder or gone mad,
There are things down there,
Things waiting in the darks cloak,
Hungry pitiless things,
A terrible bestiary of jaws and roughshod weapons,
Goblins and dragons and basilisks,
Beholders and zombies and troglodytes,

Descend you still will,
Like so many before,
Will you overcome them all?
Cleave a swathe through them,
And return to the light with riches aplenty?
Or fall and become yet another skeletal decoration,
Expired prey of the dungeon?

Adventure

As the timeless adage decrees,
Man must explore,
To blaze trails,
Cross malms and seas,
The very astral lanes above,

In our collective consciousness,
There is a primal need for the next sight,
Each step falls upon a new time zone,
Conquering hazard and fauna both,
Striving for the exotic,

The labour is a double-edged cutlass,
Even as they discover new opportunities,
Pray for the adventurers,
It is their achievements that are exploited,
Turned to corrupt purpose.