I saw where he kept it quite by accident, In a secret compartment Behind a framed navel chart. If I bide my time until the Whole house falls silent. Have night hide my face if not The terrible beat of my wanton, Indiscreet human heart. Fierce echo the halls as the four chambers Pound. Hard to believe the whole city Won't wake with that sound. Nothing in nature can ever compare to this. Empyreal spiral of opaline gold. Impossible still that my freemason uncle Somehow had this hidden away, But its there and I must have a look At least now that I know. Letting the blue velvet gently unfold. Revealing a sparkling unicorn's horn. Ah my body aches with the fever to touch. Knowing full well that to touch On the surface is never enough. Finding a corner where the oak-panelled Wall meets the rococo desk. Bracing the horn which burns and Chills me equally and with leverage now Pressed through my breast. How serene a heart cleft!