Within the castle, past gates and walls
Lying in the middle of a maze
There is a treasure which whispers calls
To all who dare risk darkness’ haze
The treasure thrives in dark and shade
Preferring always the comfort of the keep
Safely hidden from the blade
Of false hope, which cuts so deep
Brave souls dare to try the gate
And few are they which pass its lock
Fewer still can bear the weight
Of walking that great maze of rock
But the lucky adventurer may
Reach the sanctum of the prize
And choose to in the darkness stay
Falling through the treasure’s eyes.