The Treasure Cove

The sunbeams rip and ripen,
Their vessel gains strength anew,
Shore in sight; sights set on gold,
The ocean glitters, cobalt blue.

Three brave men set out for riches;
A tale to leave you all in stitches.

Sand crunches; uncertain feet,
Map, when consulted, reassures.
Three brave men enter the cave,
Pursuing divine treasure's allure.

Three brave men set out for riches
A tale to leave you all in stitches.

Lusty, lustrous, lewd temptation;
They pick their way through cursèd loot.
The measure of their hearts' desires
Calls to them: acrid, acute.

Three brave men set out for riches;
A tale to leave you all in stitches.

There, on a battered, moulded chest:
A goblet; golden, rapturous.
Their leader gapes and loiters briefly,
Before inching forwards with avarice.

Three brave men set out for riches;
A tale to leave you all in stitches.

The captain trips, his fingers scuttle
And clasp so briefly round that chalice,
Skin brushes cold on unholy coins;
A monster rears its head with malice.

Three brave men set out for riches;
A tale to leave you all in stitches.

Savage sentinel of grail,
Its undead tongue lolls; it sneers
The corpses of his captive comrades
Fill up the captain's heart with fear.

Three brave men set out for riches;
A tale to leave you all in stitches.

But still he battles, bold and bravely,
As any pirate ought to do.
He cuts with cutlass, at the collar,
And with a slash, its head he hews.

Three brave men set out for riches;
A tale to leave you all in stitches.

Later, on the cliffs of mourning,
Stoic, he salutes his fallen crew.
The goblet brims with all his tears,
And despair taints the morning dew.

Three brave men set out for riches;
A tale to leave you all in stitches.

"Boys, it's time for dinner now!"
Hark, an angel! Death undone!
The crew rise with melodic peals;
The cardboard ship lies in the sun.

 

The End

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