Crystal Caves

Within abyssal caverns who return
your curious gaze and suffer little light,
devouring all with such forbidden sight;
that Nietzschen maw with eyes of crystal burns.
Whilst beauties vast tempt avarice descent,
the riches held for greedy eyes alone.
For sight perceives the danger in the stone
and feeble hands cannot withstand the rent.
Despite the warning, comes a wand'ring soul,
whose judgement on a knife-edge sits at rest
between audacity and foolish whim.
And bravery will only take its toll
on whom curiosity always bests
the warnings, like some hypnotising hymn.

And deep beneath the safety of the sky,
where security in knowledge falls
within your scope of understanding all.
Or, at least, subscribing to this lie.
Who could, then, comprehend the depths below?
Eternal night to hide the terrors deep?
Where stone reflects the sounds of those it keeps
and creeping dread is all you ever know?
And thus the catch laid bare - a cruel design.
For all must test the balance of the knife.
Who braves the dark for knowledge of what comes?
Defend the world from that the earth confines?
If not, feign ignorance and chance a life,
and pray the price is paid not by your sons.