Deep are the Caves of Ismaron
Where the Hoogles and Floogles have already gone.
They've stolen the map and shredded the guide
If you don't know the way then you're sure to arrive
If you do know the way then you'll only get bored
And miss all the signposts that should be ignored.
It's vital your knowing just where you are going
In this place where the under is over the ground
In time without measure in search of a treasure
That never/was hidden so can/not be found.
The folks you encounter will measure your worth
If the Hoogles are picky the Floogles are worse
They've negative standards and punitive means
And nothing is ever quite not what it seems.
For the faint-hearted fool can be fooled by the wise
And the wise can be fooled by the Ismaron's lies
If the wise and the foolish are one and the same
You'll need to know some of the rules of this game.
You were conceived in a mist and then born in a fog
And kissing a prince(ss) only gets you a frog
The light that you're seeking has never been seen
But it is where you are and it was where you've been.
So if you've the courage and if you've the nouse
And if you've the key to get out of your house
If you're willing to finish what wasn't begun
And to wander at night by the light of the sun
You may well discover the Ismaron's lair
Which could be a fable, and may...not be there.
Copyright Deb Hawken 1997
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