Into a dark forest I went,
With tired feet and a heart almost spent.
Looking for a place to rest my head,
For miles I had walked, and my feet had bled.
But there, where no light should be,
A golden temple stood in front of me.
With beautiful gardens and flowers around,
And a little golden box upon the ground.
No bed to rest, no food to eat,
Only a golden box before my feet.
I tried to open it, but to my surprise,
A password was needed to claim the prize.
Who left this box in a place so old?
And what could be hiding beneath its gold?
Was it destiny that brought me here?
Or someone who knew that I'd appear?
Perhaps the answer is in a book I once read,
Among the poems and the words once said.
Maybe their titles have something to show,
A secret that only one person would know.
But one question remains in my mind:
How could he know who the box would find?
Perhaps he wrote with someone in his heart,
And knew she'd understand his words from the start.
So look at the titles, and what comes first,
Take one letter from each, and follow the verse.
Put them together, and soon you will see,
The word that will set this golden box free.
And if you believe you've found the key,
Scan the code and you shall see.
For what lies inside was never for me,
But for someone special, perhaps it's thee.
