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Standing on the ledge

Staring down…

In the deep

The bowels of the earth

What boundless riches…

Does she keep?

Walk the crumbling steps

Fluorescent passage

50 fearless men

Of greed and ambition

Markings on the wall

Golden promise

Lanterns burning strong

Carry on downwards

Some are drawn like moths to the flame

Descending to fast

Lured by the lights

On the winding path

All that’s left are the severed ropes

And the distant cries

On the road

To the endless shafts