Down in the Manara
I've descended much too far-ra
There's a lot of Gnolls behind me and before
My vials are running low
And I've still a long way to go.
What is behind this locked and bolted door?

I've battled Gnolls with spears
And quite unpleasant leers
And bits of me are feeling really sore.
Scimitars and flails.
High pitched moaning wails.
And what's behind this locked and bolted door?

It's been an unpleasant trip
Between the axes and the whips
And I'm sure that there's plenty still in store.
I seen sights upon my mission
A slave in a funny position.
And what's behind this locked and bolted door?

Then I hear sounds fast approaching
And I don't need any coaching.
I'm not about to stay here any more.
Back to safety, do I flee
Reach the surface with some glee
But now I'll never see behind that bloody door!!

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ero, in the year 389 AF.