A mist had scattered and spread throughout the valley’s depths,
Hiding the jewels and gems on its floor by one thick hermetic brew,
All the paths in and out were filled and full of frightful fickle,

“Only the foolish and utterly insane would surely venture there!”
“For no worth are precious things if a man is rendered dead!”

Life could go on and memory would fade of this fine folktale valley,
Lying there as it did with all its bright treasures forever left unturned,
No one daring or caring to see that true glory was merely a pace away.