A step, a skip, a jump too far,
Over the edge and into the dark,
I feel my fate came closer still.
My soul's departed; it's had its fill
Of all the stress of the trip I've had,
The demons hiding, creating the bad.

Amongst the shadows, the rocks do weep
About the deadly secrets that they keep,
Providing the world with a place of rest
For all the things that are left best
Unsaid and kept in dark, as a veil
Hidden like a chimera's tail.

The stench of the scene leads all away,
To keep the ancients from seeing the day.
It stalls troubadours who sailed in, brave,
To run away with the secrets unscathed.
The secrets brew and the depth increases,
As does the quest for the answers' releases.