what is this kingdom buried beneath the ground?
forests, cities, draperies of stone
glittering in the torchlight
as shadows dance just out of reach
and reflected in the pool a tiny castle on a hill
fairy tales in the dark
the drip, drip, drip of time's great architect
that we can never fully comprehend
what stories lie here waiting to be gleaned
This poem is a great example of what happens when a fantasy-obsessed person tours a cavern. I was suddenly walking through the chapters of an unwritten book (or perhaps nature has written it).
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