Within these woods I’ve stayed to guard the light, For ages bound in constant isolation. To Maintain joy, I’ve left you in plain sight A message with a special invitation. It bears the name of I who speak advice, Pictured within, the one you soon Will seek. Sharp wits you’ll need; cool heads as if Of ice. To walk my path, be humble—not too meek. If Link you make between the word and place, You’ll find the spot and stand before my face.