Under The Falcon

So track them all the way down to the ground
Those orcs can never outrun us
The floor gets harder as we make our way up
To the caves of the Escronomicon

Looks like someone else has something to say

Red paint-covered walls, they line the way
To the destinate, maybe to our resting place
Bones crunch under, our shifting weight
The ones we chase might not be the ones we meet
A path opens up into a clearing
Abyss all around
In the center of the room is the floating opalescent orb
Lost and never found

Looks like someone else has something to say



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Writer(s): Jack Brereton
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