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Beneath the ivy lies the Gate with the Silver Key

Where the noisesome abyss swirls beyond your mundane dreaming

A perfume breeze, so fair it seems

Exhaling from a black maw, forever swallowing

Through the gate with the silver key

Many travelers have come in their desperate seeking

The distant lands glimpsed in strangest dreams

Half remembered snatches of mumbled poetry

And each must pick their way through the beaks of sharp rock

the crags bared like fangs; needling the sky

And silent the lands- but for the whisper of leathery wings

Glimpse the golden towers and high palisade

The sweeping lines, polished and wide winding ways,

A vision in green and gold

Amongst the deep and fathomless shadow

Still they reach, they crawl, towards that festering void

And the Night Gaunts feed upon the vessel forlorn,

and yet they strive until the vision fades, and the gate, the palisades, give way to the eyeless husk of a shadowed face

The Night Gaunts fly through the tumultuous gales of the void

desert of dreams- and no hopes spring

Eternal the cries

of despair will ring!

Beneath the ivy lies the gate with the Silver Key

and there beyond loom the walls of the city of dreams,

Enter there but with a warning- you enter the Night Gaunt's Lair

The wide avenues are empty and bare- empty and bare...