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This poem details your averge stroll though the City of Spiders.
Read it or else they'll come get you.
Walk Through Menzoberranzan
Watch
Behind you
Mysteries are born.
Look
At the new
Vertices of scorn.
Dodge
Look away
Lest pain be yourn
Bow
At the feet
Of black shreds torn
Turn
Away from
The grace of power shorn
Eye
Your back
Or where a dagger is worn
Step
Away from
A body no one will mourn.
In
The City of Spiders
Love is neither seen nor sworn.
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