The Bottle

In the darksest cave in the woods,
Lies an old and discarded bottle,
A bottle whose contents are secretly unknown.
What is inside the mysterious bottle?
Many ask, but none even know.

The secrets of the bottle se about to be known,
A boy of five enters the dank cave,
He looks about into the darkness,
And notices a glimmer coming from a dark oil-black puddle.
He walks ove to it and tremoves the thing from the waters,
Its a worn and faded bottle,
It is gold, for it is very old.

He shakes it once, then shakes it twice,
Then pulls off the corked lid,
A strange blue gas fills the air,
He begins to cough as the fog engulfs his lungs,
The mist reenters the bottle,
Then closes back up, the boy is gone.

The mystery of the forsaken bottle will never be revealed,
All shall perish who dare to open this forbidden,
Cursed bottle of crystal.