Only those, aligned but true,
May find the riches that are due.
Be prudent on the wondered prize,
For ears can see what blinds the eyes.
A secret kept, or fail I fear,
When word passed to a careless ear.
So listen as the words are spoke,
And say them not to untrue folk.
If thou are brave upon this task,
Then gather here in what I ask.
Placed within the royal crown,
Where few have seen a man twice grown.
No more he stands in earthly pose,
For you his dusty second rose.
The lace from younger serpent maid,
Carved by knife in evening shade.
A forest gift, read lines of life,
In chamber still, the captive strife.
A guide among the waters still,
In sailors wake and sunlight’s ill.
Coarse the tail of hoof and hand,
Their consuls weight against your stand.
Pass the test of heart and mind,
The path leads on for true aligned.
Within the patient wondered hall,
Where at first the prize did fall.
Together come the noble knife,
The order two, a shadow wife,
By coarse tail, stir gathered guest:
Dust, lace, gift, at moonlights best.