Those Who Have Been There Before

Who can say what lies beyond?
Whose eyes can pierce the mist?
Not kings or heroes, praised in song,
Nor gods and legends, praised in myth.
No, none can know what lies ahead
Whether it be mystic wood or hidden shore
None can imagine the land of the dead,
But those who have been there before.

For beyond the edge of the sea,
Far past the world’s end,
Lies the hidden key,
To the lock of a thousand gems.

But the treasure so grand,
The power so strong,
Cannot be reached until the end of land,
Where the only clues lie in song.

It is there that eternal wealth lies aplenty,
Enough for all to use,
But the mystic world might well be empty
For its location has been set loose
Forgotten by men for the past Ages
The hiding place of the greatest horde.
But it cannot be found by any wizards of sages,
But only by those who have been there before.