Come-ye-all to Verity's Cave,

If it be truth you seek.

Pose your questions, tell your tales,

She'll listen to you speak.

Strain your lugs, and listen closely:

'tis your voice she'll borrow;

Yet, only silence upon your ears

If your words be hollow.

Prince or Pauper, old or young,

To no-one is she loyal;

Just speak the truth. She'll echo back

to Peasant, Knight or Royal.

Come-ye-all to Verity's Cave:

Legend of Long Ago.

Pilgrims venture from far and wide,

Through hail, rain, and snow.

To hear their words a second time,

They'll cross a mountain high;

Wade waters deep and treacherous

But some will surely die.

'tis not an easy path to take,

Nor for the faint of heart.

Should you embark upon this quest,

Think long before you start.

Come-ye-all to Verity's Cave,

But with intentions true.

For if your purpose is not pure,

She'll take a hold of you.

Cursed she was, her punishment:

To speak the truth alone,

Within a cave, forevermore,

A prison made of stone.

So, speak your mind but still beware

Of what you wish to gain;

But if you ask with good intent,

The answer, you'll obtain.

So, come-ye-all to Verity's Cave,

If it be truth you seek.

Pose your questions, tell your tales,

She'll listen to you speak.