Lynch
In the flashing of the star that shines
Between the forest's densest leaves
Twinkling in pale dark pools
As something sings a mystery
Halfway up the man-made pinnacle
In a cave of crystal and gold
Like the depths of ancient mines
A silver prince hides what holds love
Trained to tame the heat within
To turn the heart, embrace the frost
By alchemists whose potions are
The words ensconced in beams of light.