Dungeon is such a baggaged word
Nuance and metaphor so deeply etched in our collective mind
But what other name can suffice
for this place of incarcerated souls?
The walls drip and ooze slime
The smell . . . well there is no adequate way to describe . . . the bouquet
The raw offensiveness and the subtle undertones
that make ever dungeon unique
The lack of proper light is perhaps a blessing
Will the young men rescue the old wizard?
The young women?
They won’t ask if he tried or not
All the old shall be condemned and left to die