The Riddle of the Tomb
The Riddle of the Tomb
Amidst old giants, where the forest stands tall,
Seek the path where ancient whispers call.
Beneath the mountains’ watchful eyes,
To a hidden tomb, this riddle implies.
Follow the river’s serpentine flow,
Where crystal waters gently glow.
Through the woods of towering might,
But beware the land where death took its bite.
A peninsula cursed by shadows deep,
Where poisoned roots their secrets keep.
In swamps of decay, you must press on,
For the tomb’s embrace to be drawn.
In the heart of wilderness, it lies in wait,
The entrance to the tomb’s dark fate.
Crack the riddle, unveil the tomb’s womb,
And dare to enter the underworld’s gloom.