A Key To The Temple

The Two united, in the past,

              a Place to build, and spells to cast.

              Their power grew, and took the land

              and people round, as they had planned.

A key without a lock they made

              of gold and gems, and overlaid

              with spells, a tool for men to wield

              to force the powers of Good to yield.

But armies came, their weapons bared,

              while evil was yet unprepared.

              The Hart was followed by the Crowns

              and Moon, and people of the towns.

The Two were split; one got away

              but She, when came the judgment day,

              did break the key, and sent the rocks

              to boxes four, with magic locks.

In doing so, She fell behind

              as He escaped. She was confined

              among Her own; her very lair

              became her prison and despair.

The Place was ruined, torn apart

              and left with chains around the heart

              of evil power--but the key

              was never found in the debris.

He knows not where She dwells today.

              She set the minions' path, the way

              To lift Her Temple high again

              With tools of flesh, with mortal men.

Many now have gone to die

              in water, flame, in earth, or sky.

              They did not bear the key of old

              that must be found--the orb of gold.

Beware, my friend, for you shall fall

              unless you have the wherewithall

              to find and search the boxes four

              and then escape forevermore.

But with the key, you might succeed

              in throwing down Her power and greed.

              Destroy the key when you are done
              and then rejoice, the battle won.