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The Gilded Gate
A Taylorville Playground Rhyme
One for the Queen in her pinafore gold, To trade for the secrets that never grow old.
Two for the Candyman, hiding his face, To lead all the children to his hiding place.
Three for the Fuhrer, who sits on the bone, In a country of shadows he calls all his own.
Four for the Creeker, who crawls in the wall, To catch all the whispers that let the dark fall.
Five for the Spiders, who weave in the sky, To catch every "hello" and turn it to "bye."
Six for the Womb, in her crimson and red, To birth a new brother from those who are dead.
Seven for Zha’thik, who tears at the seam, To wake up the world from its very last dream.
Don't call the number, don't flip the lead coin, Or you’ll find the place where the three worlds all join.
A Taylorville Playground Rhyme
One for the Queen in her pinafore gold, To trade for the secrets that never grow old.
Two for the Candyman, hiding his face, To lead all the children to his hiding place.
Three for the Fuhrer, who sits on the bone, In a country of shadows he calls all his own.
Four for the Creeker, who crawls in the wall, To catch all the whispers that let the dark fall.
Five for the Spiders, who weave in the sky, To catch every "hello" and turn it to "bye."
Six for the Womb, in her crimson and red, To birth a new brother from those who are dead.
Seven for Zha’thik, who tears at the seam, To wake up the world from its very last dream.
Don't call the number, don't flip the lead coin, Or you’ll find the place where the three worlds all join.
