Caleb Orion

‘Twas written long ago in ancient tongues,
That buried deep, ten thousand ladder rungs,
There sits the dusty widow’s single tear,

Guarded from all trespassers who near,
By a beast with eyes the deepest black,
If you cherish life you’d best turn back,

But forward someone soon will charge,
And past the beast a room so large,
Covered in diamonds of each hue,

Enter slowly, for if you,
Handle any diamond there,
With your fingers laying bare,

You will set the gas on,
So keep walking along,
Through the diamond room and,

Into some ruined,
Hall where you will climb,
To a door by vine,

In some small space,
Webs catch your face,
At the exit,

You’ll see it,
On a stand,
With your hand,

Take hold,
Be bold,
Then go,

Low,
Run!
Run!