if cow_file is right and icewolf at id is putting out clues about black labrinth then i am almost positive that it must have something to do with the
wingmakers. the labrynth has 23 holes the wingmakers cavern has 23 rooms and the poems also have several other references to the wingmakers. here is a
copy of ice wolf's poems and had not been altered in any way
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Day 1
The dark night chills in the old town square,
the barren town leaves none to spare,
the two who meet on the darkest nights,
with a lantern and the moons silvery light,
Discussion on the future goes on till late,
Until a decision is reached on the state,
The powers decide to play a game,
Of mystery and of powerful shame,
When the wheels turn and all is bare,
The world pales in a consistent stare,
That such a delicate thing could be seen by few,
As a fleeting word amongst the dew.
Day 2
As the two arrange to meet again,
The world looks and passes.
The thought that two so innocent,
Would plan their downfall surpasses,
Even the most secure of man,
Does follow the crowd enthralled,
Madness rules the land,
For they do hear that the sirens called,
Their lives have now been signed,
For they traded them long ago,
For words covered with nicities,
And all along they would know,
How even now they cannot see,
What trully lies in wait . . .
Day 3
As time goes on no one knows,
How evil just grows and grows,
The dark maze draws attention,
To mysterious movements of apprehension,
As the men delve deeply into talk,
Of the horror which awaits all who stalk,
The creature of power so great,
The answer to the question the hunt's at stake,
As the talk continues amongst the two,
Leaves fall from the trees and subdue,
They lie in piles of two's and three's,
Powerful steps have to be taken,
To be safe from the peril awakened,
For the two alone cannot fullfil,
The quest undertaken with their skills,
In secret times all is profound.
Day 4
The two men arrived again,
They had succeeded in deterring them,
Like binary stars hidden in plain sight,
From the path which would lead them right,
They lifted their glasses a toast to drink,
On the wealth of innocence which was sure to shrink,
The hunters, hunted, irony was sweet,
Yet time would show how they'd meet,
The plans unfolded as time grew old,
Soon all would have to be told.
The race was on.
Day 5
The time has come again, night has come.
The relic hunters have begun
A quest on which time will rest
The darkness shrouds and covers best
The puppets strings are pulled this way
And so they have no say
A game is on which shall prove
The most dangerous puppet will be hardest to move
The wheels have turned and now shall start
The begining, the end, the dark.
here is a link to the poems on ID and cow_file's original post
original post
icewolf's original poem's