A hole in the scenery
Sinking down into the abyss
Spewing clouds of black smoke
Seething from the first flame
Emanating from the deep
A voice beckoning
Without words
A call to the womb of all creation
Before realizing
I'd begun my approach
Towards the siren
Drawing me into a realm of temptation
As I reached the precipice
Met with a foul acrid stench
I felt heat escaping the crater
As I braved down the inverted mountain
The air around fell heavy
As if weighing me down
My descent so effortless
Almost automatic
With every step increasing
The difficulty of re-emerging
I'm going to steal the secrets of the fire
Or snuff it out
Visita
Interiora
Terrae
Rectificando
Invenies
Occultum
Lapidem
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