They will resist you, beautiful darling.
When you near your prize
monsters will rise from their lairs
challenge you and prove your mettle.
Show you are worthy
to enter the Cave of Wonders.
Your heart’s desire is at your fingertips
if you survive the barbs and stings
of traps waiting within.
Poisoned arrow tips, strangling nets
sinking sands, total darkness
will try to seal you in
an untimely tomb.
But your blood courses with an
echo of a thousand loving ancestors.
Pick yourself up, strong one.
Climb through the shattered remains
of snares meant for your too-fast feet.
Your goal is within sight
gleaming through tarnished shadows.
Wipe the sweat from your brow.
Stretch out your hand to your destiny
and let no one snatch it from you.



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