tucked in the mountain side hidden
a place that should be forbidden
some where the light wont really touch
they say its a place of nightmares and such
walking in on this place
would cause shock and horror frozen on the face
creatures lurking in the dark
looking around evil has left its mark
dirt and grime all around
even the dead wont stay below ground
in the castle is the king tyrant
some describe him as some kind of giant
nothing but speculation here
villagers living in solid fear
just an evil man who let his people die
no one alive anymore to hear them cry
last one hanging for all to see
as a warning to thee
About the Creator
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