Twisting vine stretches across the dripping stone,

Echoing watery vibrations flutter past the long tipped ears,

Of the Elven wizened wizard,

Whom long ago past the world,

Now a fluttering Lich,

Floating along his long stretching passageways,

As his vision slowly fades,

Vibrating sonar magics now flare afire amongst his ears,

Hazy images of Hero’s emerge,

Slice, dice, flare, “spare me!”

Floating along, followed by clattering feet,

Dragging sword and shield,

As Lich glares blindly into oblivion.