Dungeons remember many dark stories,
Stained with blood and pain.
Many unlucky ones have spent years here,
Trying to escape in vain.
The sages hid their secrets and treasures here,
Believing that no one will ever find them.
The lovers allowed themselves to unfold their feelings here,
When in the light their love was forbidden.
But sometimes it’s best to blow up dungeons,
Devour their entire history and pain together.
A massive explosion instead of peace pigeons,
Will destroy everything in its path forever.