Literature
Book of Knowledge
The large oak door that guards the tomb -
sealed by time, and wind-worn bare,
it stands - mid moss, age, and gloom.
Centre carved, dark eyes stare
with troll like nose on devil features
and razor fangs from gaping maw -
born ugliness, this guardian creature.
A warning to man, beast, and all:
"Barren trees gnarled and twisted,
grey mist secrets earthen floors,
all are lost, the souls that visit,
who brave this fateful, darkened door."
Fueled by legend, story, and myth
came one young man, a traveled stranger -
truths revealed, his heart's own wish.
Not obstacles nor threat of danger
would keep him from his life of quest,
in sea
