What valiant pilgrim would stand at this door,

Fearless of the evil lurking inside?

Fabled beasts of forest, mountain, and moor?

Good men and women have tried, failed, and died.

 

“There in be dragons” whispers the gnarled tree,

“And ghostly machines, for to dig ditches,

Dust coated vessels, tools of wizardry,

And weapons for knights, used to fight witches”.

 

Beset not our hero with troubled mind.

Bring forth the eight-legged, black bulbous-eyed beast,

The vile hobgoblin, dark trolls of all kind,

With giants she fights; they all taste defeat.

 

So, Cavalier of Fantastical Mind,

Shout, “Abracadabra” and step inside.

 

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