The secret words he wanted to be read
After he had received his life’s reward
Lay locked in ciphered nothingness instead.
Decryption was in this sad case a sword
No genius really felt he could afford
To take up. Time is limited, and man
Must have a sense of what he’s working toward.
Solving our hero’s code was no one’s plan.
Off otherwhere the brainiacs all ran.
You couldn’t find a wizard anywhere
Who’d use his wand to open up that can
Of graveyard worms. No magus seemed to care.
The cryptographic diary at last—
Like open ones — lived only in the past.