The ancient mouth, dark, wide & gaping,
In falling of sun & in moonlight, shift shaping,
The cave sits silent, hiding it´s legends &
tales,
Whispering stories, when the North wind wails.
The cavern, where early man learned his fire,
Sharpened flint, skinned beast & rent his
desire,
Where dragons breathed their fetid hot breath,
Where fox & bear skulked & hid deep from
death.
Grotto of myths, played upon children´s young
minds,
Those of Trolls, fairies & pirates treasured
rich finds,
Where witches cursed & their potions brewed
spelled,
And nightmares, in sleep, were tightly in sweat
held.
Mysterious cave, of darkened secrets, yet so untold,
From the dawn of dusk´s time & beyond ages
of old,
I beseech all enigmatic Gods, as I carefully walk
by,
And their echoing laughter, cracks holes in the
sky.
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