A Poem For Tyria: What Bides Below

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What Bides Below

 

There are things that we will never know.

Seek not those truths we cannot see.

Beware the abyss that bides below.

 

Hold fast to hope’s bright amber glow

And exaltate your naïve glee.

There are things that we should never know.

 

Let rest the dead, for once they go,

Relinquished, all, their misery.

Beware the abyss that bides below.

 

Renounce revenge, lest red rivers flow.

Must some fight, so that all may be free?

There are things that we can never know.

 

Enter not the undertow,

Else all shall end – a guarantee.

Beware the abyss that bides below.

 

So, prepare to reap the seeds you sow

Should idle ears ignore my plea.

There are things that we must never know!

Beware the abyss that bides below!