Editing Route to Ishtur

Trembling hands did torchlight bear

Casting swaying shadows of despair

Dampness filled the stifling air

Suffocating without remorse


Muffled sounds of footsteps tapping

Upon the dusty floor a rapid stepping

Verily no cheerful jaunting

Merely vexed by evil haunting

Looming darkness ever daunting

Forward he must press

Trading the evil he cannot see

For the evil he knows to be


Invisible is the malignant force

Powerful sound of depravity's voice

Shouts and screams that fill his head

Failed steps of tomorrows living dead

Like a blind man in an crowded room

Cautiously he walks amidst the gloom

Braille touch in search of light

Thick and dark is moralities plight


Left and right the turns entangle

Up and down a shifting angle

Circling round and round

Towards the end

It follows and it traces

Shadows hiding many faces

Its prey in darkness embraces

Fading torchlight erases

All remaining hope