by Khurram Asif
Behind the shadows lie the old
The ancient souls of lore untold
To you who seek the lake of gold
Beware the path you walk so bold
A trap, a door, a bridge to cross
The hope you wield, you’ll suffer its loss
A mount of glass, a throne of moss
The answer lies within the cross
So carry on, move forward O traveler
Reject this foolish dream before you go any further
For behind the shadows lies the dweller
Who’ll leave you a pile of bones to rot forever
