I hear the sound of metal
beating onto metal
as I approach the gate -
the high pillars
made of pure gold,
the sharp and minute design,
the jewels that adorn it.
As I enter the Gate of Gold,
strong men hurry through the halls,
the nobles of this stronghold.
I stop to marvel at the vastness
of those halls,
high and never-ending,
protected by dark and cold rock,
hewn inside the mountain.
What I do not see
are the large tunnels below
leading deep into the mountain,
down into darkness
where endless treasures lie
for the valiant ones.
