This cache pays tribute to one of our very favorite poets: Edgar Allen Poe. And more specifically, his poem entitled "The Conqueror Worm."
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The Conqueror Worm
by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849)
Lo! 't is a gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly; Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe. That motley drama—oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot; And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude: A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And over each quivering form In human gore imbued. Out—out are the lights—out all! And over each quivering form The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
The Cache: The posted coordinates lead you in search of the worm, and once conquered, he will reveal the coordinates of the final cache. The final is a small, camouflaged, sealable container. It will handle a few coins, and smaller Travel Bugs. Initial contents are a White Jeep Travel Bug, our signature button, a few other assorted swag items, a log book and small pencil. If you prefer a pen, bring your own. Please note this cache is not available at night.
Enjoy.
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