I saw the path and secret stairs

Hidden within that which plainly sees

The secret lairs

Not secret so as it seems

Hidden under the dock over the lake.

Anyone who sees this place

They only look and never see

Fore to see means that the path

Is there for thee

Or is it just the lake

And the dock

And the wood

And the path as a whispered rumour

By words off that old rock.

I never took the path

There was said to be

A deadly twisting aftermath

And then, there was that we could see

No one ever returned.

To say whether it could be

The death of life

Or the death of death

Or other it could be.