Hides the chest of our secrets,
Hidden so far beneath
Where no one knows.
We guard this chest from
Potential wanderers,
But no one dares
To venture into
The depths of your soul.
For they may become lost
In the catacombs and turn back
Around in frustration,
And so we sit there alone,
Waiting.
But when the bravest of souls
Forge their way through
The harem of our souls,
Not only will they find that chest,
They will find you.
Dig it! Great poem, Dan!
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