The Chest
Crippled wood, disheveled locks, broken chest.Submerged mysteries, and unknown silvers.
Or could it be that chalass, oh, most blessed?
Or perhapse it's the bones of once livers?
Wiped away from greedy hands of the thieves,
Or perchance a transport gone astray? Sunk.
Was that the hands of fate a woman greives?
Or thwarted warships from which lost a chunk?
Behind the decay and iron what lays?
Gold, silver, curses, bones, or jewels lie within.
But the depths of the sea is where she'll stay.
Nev'r to be found by a land-dwellers' kin.
Some curses and blessings, best left alone.
What treasures be you, will later be own'd.
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