An ancient river blackened still,
And ever hungrier grows wide,
Till all the land it grabs and fill,
And ripples over even tide.
When River reaches beyond its grasp,
A moonless night will light your way,
Bring your torch and pendant clasp,
And off the trail you must not stray.
To find this boon please take care,
For faint of heart this challenge nought,
The treasure opens not onto air,
But under water it is sought.