Corridors
Running trough corridors
With very little light
Trying to find the exit
As fast as possible
Trembles make it more difficult
The ceiling might fall
So you have to hurry
The air is full of stink
Sometimes you meet graves
Many of them hold stories
Oftenly it’s worth to stop
And have a little read
After reaching the exit
You just enter another dungeon
Over and over, all time long
Until you finally die