The east, a paradox, is red then grey, one is true the other less true, more fey.
Seek beyond, past Silver Nose, where none seek, yet the rushing, goes.
Deep and down, to thrice levels past, the door of bone, found at last!
Up, down, around, and around, with a leap, a jump and then a bound!
Here, oh here, the master waits, to greet his worshipers beyond the gates.
The door to riddle, the master to sing, one a call the other a ring!