Long Knife's Treasure (a narrative poem of inspirational fiction)
Down in the notorious Louisiana Bayou, out there's a place called Gator Swamp,
The only light you have at night, a yellow moon, where spooks, to go "bump"!
A legend told, from the days of old, about a pirate known as Old Long Knife.
Not many souls to tread much down there, many before, have lost their life.
Now, Old Long Knife, it was said, and read, buried himself a sizable treasure,
Big boxes of shining gold, diamonds and jewels, of a value, without measure.
The poor men to accompany that black pirate, all left in graves with no stones,
The only remains, with little to explain, all rewarded their own skulls and bones,
They say an old mama Gator, guards that spot, where the pirate buried his loot,
Many a foolish fellow to search for it, where the shovels dug, is in some dispute.
The gator, a reptile with quite an appetite, seems she loved human flesh the most,
Big Paul lost a leg out there one night, and Little Joe gave his hand to the host.
Amid hurricanes and the thundering storms, that swamp still to hide that treasure,
Thoughts of gold and gems, to impart, brings a man's dreams to heart, is a pleasure.
Then one evening, when I was out in my shrimp boat, a golden light shined, so bright,
I reached through the grout, pulled it out, was a pirate doubloon. and oh, what a sight.
Now my days in the swamp, all do blend, with the big gators, fishes and the snakes,
The more I dig, the more whiskey, I swig, this old life, now just gives me the shakes.
I soon spent all my days in a hot sun's rays, the nights, braved the cold and the rain.
No treasure, seemed to be worth the pain, lost friends and a sickness, was my gain.
Then suddenly, a rusty blade to mark that dig, did my eyes betray me now at the end,
As I pulled out the sword, bright gold I did see, now my health to return, once again.
My swamp boat was full of big chests and loot, all my efforts paid me in full, very well,
I left one chest, and kept all the rest, leaving some gold, and a good old story to tell.
As a gold moon shines its light, on Dark bayou, tall trees throw shadows, in the night,
A pirates treasure is still buried, and to find, full of gold, and hidden there, out of sight.
Old Long Knife's ghost still haunts that swamp, and all may go there, only if you dare,
Amid that moonlight, to shine, the cool wind, so fine, you'll see him, and to this, so swear!
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