Down in the down of Long Tooth Road there is a cave.
Where we all descend this cave with clumsy feet
But descend it nonetheless.
Down below is a maze of bone and songs.
All the lyrics painted on the walls,
And all the lyrics sound like names.
The mirror-People fear the descent,
And the bright sunbirds fear the dark
So they carry the bones on their backs to use as torches
But none ascend from the cave in the down of Long Tooth Road
And all take their last steps in that darkened down
Down where the god of death sings his songs.
