• “I’ll find it in the sea,”
    as he trembled, said he.
    For whatever waters held such distaste,
    which had left him, a pauper,
    pained in the breath of a golden sun.
    For he traveled, for days,
    mindless and in contempt,
    in seemingly endless search,
    of the fiend which had claimed his life.
    A barbarious beastie,
    and In mercy, laid to eternal waste,
    doomed, to swallow the greed of those who’d so innocently carried it.
    And yet bent, but only in memory,
    did he see again such a creation,
    and with saddened eyes,
    and lips tired, atop countless curses,
    would he without end roam a vast, and boundless sea.
    In deceitful hope, of a treasure never found.