GRIFFIN

GRIFFIN

In the mountains of the myth,
I stand watching over treasure,
Guarding gold of deep, dark caves,
Sparkling wealth beyond all measure.

Beak of eagle, claw of lion,
Wide my wings and fierce my face,
I shall keep all worthless seekers,
From the gold of wisdom’s place.

Only those with clear, wide vision,
Like the eagle’s soaring flight;
Only those with steadfast courage,
Like the lion’s royal might;

May pass by my mighty presence,
May pass by my guarding way,
May return with wisdom’s treasure
To the common light of day.

Wing of eagle, paw of lion,
Strong my limbs, and great my cry;
I shall guard the secret treasure
From the false, unworthy eye.