Rock

Blue light peeps through crevices in the ceiling,
Echoing cries from mysterious creatures,
Water droplets float downwards to a misty bottom,
Stalagmites hang like sleeping beasts,
Unmoving,
With agate suspended within.

But on one fateful day,
After many moons,
A lonely dweller cuts into the rocky cage,
Freeing the trapped agate,
Like a butterfly out of it's cocoon,
It bestows majestic allure.

As the dweller begins to incise it,
This once beautiful rock,
Now on a child's shelf,
Unmoving, split,
Dreaming of what could have been,
If that fateful day had not come.