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