I KNOW THE KEEPER HAS THREE KEYS,

BUT HE KEEPS THEM AWAY FROM ME.

EVER-WATCHFUL CERBERUS SEES,

LET'S HEAR CLOSELY WHAT AWAITS ME.

 

PRIME ELEMENTS POINT TO A SIGN:

THEY CAME IN LINE BY TWO TO VIEW

THE FIRST LAND IN AN ORDER TRUE,

THE TIME WAS SPRING AND BLOSSOMS GREW.

 

THE MUSE’S CALL IS SILVER-SHARP,

YET SOFTLY, CHAOS PLAYS HER HARP,

WAITING FOR BRASSES TO TANGO,

FREQUENTLY DOWN TO THE MICRO.

 

MARBLE CHEST, ALL WARBLE-GARBLE,

WAITING TO BE TUNED WITH THE COLD,

AND WISE CLAUDIUS’S STRAIGHT TABLE,

REVERS’D HIS HEART ALL MADE OF GOLD.

 

LAST BUT NOT LEAST, WINTER IS NEAR,

WE FIND HELEN, THE HUNT’S ENDING,

I AM ALL DRUNK WITH PRETENDING,

LET'S FIND THE WORDS AND DISAPPEAR.