The City of Silver and Gold

Another poem from a long time ago.

Come to the city of silver and gold,
Although the damned and dead wander here.
There are riches untold,
Waiting for those who are brave enough to battle fear.

Come to the city of silver and gold,
Although darkness does abound,
A species that is quiet, calm, and cold,
Deep deep within the ground.

Come to the city of silver and gold,
Although the devil himself is a resident.
Think of the riches it could hold,
Come now, don’t be hesitant.