Mye is back! And we have reached chapter four of our journey. The group has slept somewhat and now they awake in the same caves, or do they?
Our band awakes in darkness,
In terror we scramble round,
A scratch of flint here contests,
And lights our enclosed underground.
The cavern around us,
It has changed its posturing,
Walls slant inward, growing moss,
And far away a voice stirring.
We cannot make it out,
But it twinkles in a rush,
A bursting beautiful spout,
Touching on the edge of the hush.