I recently completed the game Avernum, and 
I thought it deserved a few words in it's honor.

I was cast into Avernum,
For reasons unknown.
(In fact I wasn't cast in,
I would like to say thrown.)
Tor gave me some money,
And I talked to his wife,
Then I turned and started out,
To begin a caved-in life.

I walked up to Dunvo,
I killed the brigand chief,
When I returned from my quest,
I was paid (to my relief.)
Then I raided Nephilim,
I stood and killed the boss,
And (I think it's safe to say,)
I never had a loss.

When I had killed the slith chief,
And then killed Grah-Hoth,
I got mad at Hawthorne,
For sending me to rot.
And so I searched for brooches,
When the last one had been found,
Erika, she helped me out,
And sent me above ground.

I killed Hawthorne at his throne,
And slaughtered all his guards,
When I dealt the final blow,
He lost all his wards,
His body then turned to ash,
Which then blew with the breeze,
A teleporter brought me back,
(With what I call ease.)

But the true test of the body,
Heart, spirit and mind,
Did not come from courage,
Nor slaying my own kind.
No, the thing I will remember,
When I'm dead and all moldy,
Is that I met the friendly spiders,
And kept my sanity!

-victor@napanet.net