Your Sacrifice…

The thin air ignites a light

Magic dust seasons the night

There was once foretold

By the mistress of gold

In the golden gate, there awaits

The keeper of the white winter

Calling in a whisper.

Inviting you for a secret to uncover

To summon the creature of the tale

Who’s locked in a golden cell.

How can you resist?

Such magic and secret

Treasures untold

Surrounds the creature you are to meet

The mistress once told

Silver light of the night

Will come in sparks of bright.

Start to chant the rhymes at your might

So the keeper will hear you right.

Summon the creature with your lullaby

And hold the mistress’ buried possession

There in prison…

You’ll hear a cry

Of the awakened prisoner

Hold his hands, and set him free

Keep the gold and you will see,

The next prisoner will be me.

Note: from multiply May 21, '08