What is it?

Wandering through a dark cave
dost thou know the dangers?
With the darkness presing all aound
the drip of water echoes on cold stone

What is that? a sound,
crying, helpless sounds
Is that someone's voice?
a creature calling for it's precious

On hands a knees through darkness
crawling fowards into the unknown
Stretching foward thy fingers, groping
strange, a cool circular object

Thou hast found a thing of great power
small, you stuff it in your pocket
Unknowingly, ignorant to the world
blissful ignorance, innocence sweet

Lost! in a maze of passages
escaped from creatures of evil
One ray of light there is
but what you see is teryfying

In the dimness of gray rays
dost thou not know this creature?
Misfortune is written on his face
pity etched in his features

Grim features indeed! what sorrow
solemn large eyes acustomed to dark
Dank form, are you really living?
a way out you must find

This creature will help you
the passage he knows, ah too well
his fate is decided, he will stay
yet a while, he yet has more to do

A game of witts, a battle for life
riddles in the dark echo
thrust your hand in your cloak
there lies the answer

Confusion, you have bought your freedom
with anger you were lead to light
The precious is missing, where?
you hold it, what is it?