‘tis a dark hollow place

where echoes multiply

stalagmites like thirsty teeth

stalactites like hungry claws

no candles to light the walls

but jagged rocks carving he who falls

‘tis a friendly place nay

‘tis a perfect dream not

where joy drops to naught

echoes in my head

shadows in my space

‘tis a vortex, a gloomy dark cave

foreigners galore, strangers a hall

peer around, peers about?

‘tis a friendly place nay

‘tis a perfect dream not