Does anybody recognize this rhyme?
Out of stone I made great secrets, under laid and carved of stone
missing only my rightful throne, a lonely vigil. I guard the gate; 5,000 years and still i wait, by likeness I immortalize and behind me my treasure lies. Tap the beard then twice the knee, then the secret door you'll see.
I found this in one of my old note books from like 10 years ago. I wrote this way before i could write poetry, but i was still drawn to poetic works. I must have gotten this from somewhere, but i can't remember. Do you recognize this or know where it came from?
Thanks so much for your time!