I hear you down in those tunnels deep,
Suffering still from the Monsters creep.
A caustic boring, your Soul it seeks,
Through Mercury rivers of astral peaks.
Lie down now, among the Salt beds to rest,
Breath in the Sulphurous smell we’re blessed.
As above, we lose sight of the plenty,
So below, we deal blows to the many.
And, Child, I know your trials and pain,
For they are yours and mine, all the same.
So Light your lantern, I’ll Light mine too,
I won’t be leaving here without You.