Into The Cave - Poem by Rik Bertrand
A walk around a forested frontier, gazing upon wonders,
All seems well at first, but inside the cave it thunders.
I continue on my torrid way and hear music and dance,
I follow the rhythm to the beat and find the secret entrance.
Guarding the door was a big ass man and he searched me up and down
I told him I was looking for the head of the shed, the one wearing the crown.
He looked at me and said "you be careful what you ask for and you better beware",
Then he pointed me to a gigantic room, that everyone called the lair.
Now this old guy wasn't so bad, although his skin was tough and worn,
It looked like he had been in many battles; his clothes were ripped and torn.
He said that he was the king of the Cave, and all battles were fought from here.
All his minions true to his faith lingered in the arms of this cave so bare.
Permission given I mingled with the true and the brave at heart,
All of them were hard and strong, and they all played equal parts.
Two Maidens, bright and witty and a Sergeant of the guard,
A couple more officer types that that I surely cannot discard.
All in all this Cave I found was a sanctuary, a place to gather strength,
A place where harmony comes together, a strong hold at any length.
True grit is mustered here as they reach out to their counterparts,
Life is good and all is well, I know that they all have good heart.
It was sort of sad when I had to leave; the King was kind of cool.
But I had to move on to other lands, and stop acting the fool.
If only all Kingdoms had a cave like this green forested frontier,
The entire world would be a safer place, with so much less to fear.
REB (AUGUST 2012) Know that all is well deep down in the cave.
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