Their pain filled screams fill the halls and echo through the air, crying out for mercy to the one who isn't there. And hearing your name from their blood flecked lips is more than I can take, for it brings my empty heart joy with every squeal they make. but deep down in my dungeon, where the daylight can never touch, I sit ther sad and lonely cause I miss you all so much. I miss dancing through the dew drenched fields and smelling the nightshade in the air, and running through your garden with out a worry or a care. And the way the halls were filled with laughter when were were all at play and hiding from the sunlight with the coming of the day.
And yet here I find myself alone, the walls crumbling around my head;steadfast to my station, even tough everyon else has fled. And to those foolish dwellers of the light, who think that this land is theirs, and come and play at holiday without any fear or cares. From them I reach and pluck a single solitary sould and drag them to the darkness that way they'll come to know; that their victory was hollow and their win was but a lie; that things still go bump in the night and tears will still flow from their eyes. And even though that your no longer here and your once and great kingdom is all but gone, somewhere in the darkest night, in your name, the dungeon master battles on.