Riddle your thumbs to the song of the drum, maze host our pleasure tonight.
We pilgrims of puzzle, slaves of the song, forgers of truth from the plight.
Awaken oh labyrinth, mysterious and sweet. Your nectar lends life to our bone.
Tease us in shadow of your ancient halls, or inspire, with a tome.
No solution we seek,
no rest for the weak,
our dance is a trial by fire.
Then with a warm glow, our ashes drift home. Until a new year we retire.