Thy Ward is intricate within it sleeping
the key of keys which opens all the doors
where wisdom bright her silent watch is keeping
lore mistress, queen of heaven, virgin whore
the candles lumed will burn before the altar
the priests will cast the blood upon the stone
the archon will read silent from the psalter
the word of words before the empty throne
Within the Book of Wisdom lies an answer
to the questers question yet unasked
who first must find The Key before The Dancer
when now the present day become the past
She who bore the key within her keeping
shall waken to the sound of mothers weeping
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