The Golden Treasure (a poem of inspiration)
Over the three mountains of Alakazum,
There awaits a bounty, most handsome sum,
Just go down through the valley of Muir,
For there, in its spell, is no cure.
Three golden chests, filled with coins,
Their value beyond all to compare,
A treasure of worth, well hidden,
Upon this earth, one, a marvel, so rare.
Those to reach mountains, must travel the seas,
And, is seven, to be their exact sum,
Many have searched and many were lost,
As others have turned to their rum.
A pirate's treasure, you might ask,
Must it be stolen from the richest of kings,
As men dressed in rags, carry their bags,
While "Blow the Man Down", all sings?
Wildest rumors and tales have been sewn,
Over the ages, much intrigue has grown,
Some men have died, over what they spied,
And many a fortune has been blown.
Royalty has searched the oceans, wide,
Sending their seekers, far and abroad,
Never did they find, one golden clue,
A coin on the beach, to be merely a fraud.
You may find the answer to this riddle,
A mystery wrapped in an enigma, it all seems,
Quite simply, to follow the sun, in the day,
In the night time, the moon's golden beams,
You shall reach safe harbor by morning's light,
Where the mists so shimmers and gleams.
Row your long boat to shore and so cover it well,
And where no pirate has a plot, or schemes.
This place you have reached is but a beginning,
On your eastern bound trek into the wild,
The golden chests await you there, soon,
Hidden deeply within the sands, all piled.
Bring a shovel and a mate, to help with the loot,
For is here, that on your destiny, luck has smiled,
Pay no mind to the skull and bones near a tree,
Your journey at its end, now all's sublime, so mild.
Just one request may I ask, of most gracious thanks,
Is an old pirate's one last wish, and his fondest desire,
Please, to place one doubloon in the skull's open mouth,
Near the tree, where I once did expire.
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