• Written on
    A pair of tombs,
    Sitting in a mine,
    There was a short
    But strong command,
    Perhaps a prophecy:
    Make a hole under the anvil,
    Using this and nothing else.

    A tool was laid
    Across the stones,
    With razors at both ends.
    The first was curved,
    he second straight,
    Inscribed there one could see:
    Make a hole under the anvil,
    Using this and nothing else.

    The blades were formed
    Of reddish bronze
    And shaped with greatest care,
    For on each one,
    Though both were old,
    The message was most clear:
    Make a hole under the anvil,
    Using this and nothing else.

    The first blade had
    A ruby tip,
    Sharpened to a point.
    And written in
    An ancient font,
    There was the line again:
    Make a hole under the anvil,
    Using this and nothing else.

    The second had
    A sapphire line
    Along the outer edge.
    Just like its twin,
    It held the mark,
    Just slightly hard to see:
    Make a hole under the anvil,
    Using this and nothing else.

    A shining rod
    Of silvery white
    Held the two on end.
    Along the edge
    In flowing script,
    Was written once again:
    Make a hole under the anvil,
    Using this and nothing else.

    A thought must cross
    A sentient's mind,
    When hearing of this tool.
    Where is the stone,
    What is the hole,
    Which once was prophesied:
    Make a hole under the anvil,
    Using this and nothing else.