I Am Judge #DarkRealm

Of this twisted scurvy ridden place of death
And the mace I hold, will deliver the prize to that person who is bold.
Of character, redeemed,
And soul, by fate deemed.
Should you venture beneath those firm ground
You will witness a sight, clear ans sound.
Of tests which you may or not endure
And sufferring, the like which nothing can cure.
Unless you are sure, of thy prowess and heart;dark and pure,
Venture not in these land.

The night, the raven, the silent guardian,
I Have many names, but the judge is my one true game.
Impress me not, by flattery of your skinny words
Pass these tests, by the strength of your inherent swords.
Whilst I be ready, to send you home,
Shrink you like a gnome,
Send you with dynamite to Rome,
Or let you witness,
The basement of this dark dome.