Locked
a stone away from delving
down into a forgotten cave
what could have been found
darkness ekes round shoulders
depth as you shudder down
past those long forgotten
around the way, in which they lay
until a door, sealed, appears
out of mists and glimmer
oak, carved in gild, symbols
of long past words, meaning lost
beyond is a dream
shining lights hung from rope
tables and rugs, covered in gold
a shimmer enough to hurt
eyes drawn to ends
where magic begins
and this world dies
yet, no stones moved
so legends remain locked.
10/26/22 - Andy McRae
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