With waxen features, its head jerked around
and lock eyes with me who stared down at it.
That dim well of ancient air underground
hid it from those who abided the writ.
Not I who had passed the posted warning,
and pulled free the iron disc that sealed.
To see what horror had caused the burning
to see if the horror of old was real.
I tried to move, and block the passage fast,
to stop the eagre staggering approach
it was too quick, and I too weak, alas!
It rose above me terrible and spoke:
“The sons of Adam hoped to keep me penned,
but all things hidden will return again.”