Treasure Upon the Tides
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There's treasure 'low the sands my boy, A lilac tide entombs.
Be wary of the depths though, son.
A stranger's soul still blooms.
When fallen kings and broken shores Collect below the sea,
He whispers softly from the hand,
'For greed I'll always be'.
In tidebound grip, the sunken bonds, A chain around his wrists.
Empire scorned, no longer green, A fool deep in their midst.
The art of war upon the wall, A gallery of gold.
A vision of the vast beyond.
He will never grow old.
An ancient power long at rest,
Upon it none shall creep.
Bound long ago by silver chains,
Disturbed from empty sleep.
The grasp of avarice shall hold Tight bound to mortal minds.
Beyond the bounds of simple thoughts, There's nothing left to find.
Begone, o greedy traveler.
Your hands are stained with sun.
Forgotten are these threads of greed, Begone or be undone.
A warning in a treasure trove,
Take with you shards of skill
Don't let them promise riches here,
For greedy hands can kill.
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There's treasure 'low
the sands my boy,
A lilac tide entombs.
Be wary of the depths
though, son.
A stranger's soul still
blooms.
When fallen kings and
broken shores
Collect below the sea,
He whispers softly
from the hand,
'For greed I'll always
be'.
In tidebound grip, the
sunken bonds,
A chain around his
wrists.
Empire scorned, no
longer green,
A fool deep in their
midst.
The art of war upon
the wall,
A gallery of gold.
A vision of the vast
beyond.
He will never grow old
An ancient power long
at rest,
Upon it none shall
creep.
Bound long ago by
silver chains,
Disturbed from empty
sleep.
The grasp of avarice
shall hold
Tight bound to mortal
minds.
Beyond the bounds of
simple thoughts,
There's nothing left to
find.
Begone, o greedy
traveler.
Your hands are
stained with sun.
Forgotten are these
threads of greed,
Begone or be undone.
A warning in a
treasure trove,
Take with you shards
of skill
Don't let them promise
riches here,
For greedy hands can
kill.