Scrawled on the Wall

Scrawled on the wall of a limestone cave Where water drips and sound is distant A message hisses its warning From the worn rocky surface

"Within the depths, dark and mysterious Caper the folk of legend and myth Mischief and merriment their ancient work Call them the imps, djiin, or faerie

Herein they lie singing their songs With music so sweet to lull heart and mind To your company do they aspire With forces malevolent do they conspire

To hear their song is to be sorely tempted To venture below is to never return Telling no lie a rich banquet is laid Make no mistake, the meal is your soul"

Young folk gather round and take heed I read that dread warning and heard sweet their song Then fled for my life, ne'er to go back See you do the same and live long as I