From under-fortress ancient And spawning pit yet young, From ship upon a sunken sea And hollow crypt, they come: The orc before a surface door, The elf of deep below, The thing erased from ancient lore Are all compelled to go. Through secret passage shallow Or smoky fissure deep, Dwarf-road long in ruins, Or calcite cave, they creep. An open cavern mile. A dome of cut black stone. A sea of blood-red tile. A ready, leaden throne.