The Game
You will hear
Hear a bell, calling you here
For she is waiting
Come to the lake
But do not take,
All belongs to her
It may make you rich
But you will be a witch,
And burn in her wrath
Follow the dove
Do you see it move?
It will lead you
Stay on the path
Do not go to Bath,
This is a game
Do you see the door?
Beware of the ore,
The key is hidden
Go into the dark
Follow the bark
It will guide you
There will be light
And she will be in your sight,
But be wary of allusions
Have a strong mind,
Do not be bind,
Tricks are part of the game
At last, she will stand
For you have reached her land
At last, you have come
A/N: I wrote this in the middle of the class when I saw two words rhymed. I think I will use it in one of my stories (Sixteen Candles). The poem is hints to a quest, I suppose. That's the general idea behind it. I might change some of it later.