Deep beneath

The earth's decaying crust

Where shadows writhe

And time turns to dust

A formless horror crawls, unseen

The gelatinous god

Of the dungeon's deep spleen

It slithers slow

A creeping tide

Digesting all

Who dare to stride

No blade can pierce

No spell can bind

The blob consumes

Both flesh and mind

A maze of stone

Its feeding ground

No echoes rise

No screams resound

Bones suspended in its core

A liquid grave forevermore

It knows no mercy

Feels no pain

An ancient hunger

Unrestrained

In the blackened maze

It reigns supreme

The endless ooze

Of a nightmare dream

Silent death

A formless tomb

The dungeon calls

And the blob consumes

A silent maw

It makes no sound

Yet death surrounds

Its shapeless mound

It haunts the halls

Of ancient stone

A shifting plague

Yet all alone

No thoughts, no dreams

No conscience found

Just hunger vast

And all unbound

Its victims fade

Dissolved in fear

Their essence lost

Their cries unclear

With every step

It claims its prey

All light dissolves

And fades away

It feasts on steel

On bone, on lore

On wandering fools

Who seek the door

A shifting mass of endless dread

It swallows light;

Leaves everything dead

The dungeon breathes

With its vile will

A living trap

Designed to kill

No knight, no witch

No cunning thief

Can flee its hunger

Find relief

In the blackened maze

It reigns supreme

The endless ooze

Of a nightmare dream

Silent death

A formless tomb

The dungeon calls

And the blob consumes

In the blackened maze

It reigns supreme

The endless ooze

Of a nightmare dream

Silent death

A formless tomb

The dungeon calls

And the blob consumes