Deep beneath the ground,
where no living eye shall see,
see what I have found
in my twisted dreams.
Enclosed by a storm,
a pirate queen of old
wears a precious stone
of great power, I'm told.
Riches and gold plunder,
as the boat is hit by rock,
are swallowed by the thunder,
wood broken like a chalk.
The waves buried the treasures,
the waves buried the queen,
the stone so rare and precious,
but bringing greed and sin.
I was craving, searching for her,
but everything in vain.
What once was stolen from earth,
ocean's acquired back again.
I awoken worn and pale
and in my heart I knew,
outcries are to no avail,
storm's comming for me too!
Shouldn't have sought glinting treasure,
where curse upon it lies,
wealth and power beyond measure,
confuse dreams with alibis.
I'll be with the booty,
of this preposterous quest.
Now I'll join queen's beauty
in eternal rest...
- Author: lostinfantasy (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 19th, 2021 12:28
- Category: Short story
- Views: 9
Comments1
however morose in theme
no one can deny
this is a genuinely
well written poem
paced and worded
with practised skill..
thanks for sharing
thanks for reading, yes, it is probably a quite depressive story 😀
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