Deep in the darkest cave

Where you  can hear the faintest sounds of the ocean

There is a dead man

His bleached boney remains lie there covered in dust

But if you offer him something of the living

He will speak to you

Perhaps tell you the way out

Offer him some wine

Something sweet and warm to remind him of flesh

Of anything but the cold and the dark

He can not taste the wine

But he remebers

The door is open

The way out strange but clear

Take heed though

The clock does not tick

It is a doorway

But though it

A red flame glows in the dark

And a shadow cast on cave walls

Large horns looming in the distance

Bathed in burning red light

END