Opening a portal to living Hell.
The adventurer enters the fiery red gate
Unbeknownst that his will decides his fate.
Before his eyes lay a desolate scape
The death and demons of the Deadlands making him gape.
A Daedroth charged lashing its clawed fist out
Causing the adventurer to writhe and shout.
The Daedroth attempted another attack but failed
This time finding itself, by a sword, impaled.
The adventurer continued, strengthened but worried
Behind him irritated, dangerous Scamps scurried.
Rushing into a dark ancient spire
Greeting him is a blazing column of fire.
A Dremora swung his blade
Fortunately it was a swing he was able to evade.
Soon his sword and its flesh met
Quickly neutralizing the enemy threat.
The adventurer continued up the tower
At the top a Xivilai stared at him with a glower.
The Xivilai charged using its sword like a spear
He shouldered him into the inferno and its skin began to sear.
The Xivilai burst into flames and blazed
Leaving the adventurer blinded and dazed.
The adventurer peered at the black pulsating stone
Only then did he realize that he was alone.
As he grabbed it the Spire began to fall apart
From the damned place he was to depart.
The Waters of Oblivion fell
Closing a portal to living Hell.