Caves

Through droughts of heat and winter's cold

A beast that won't die is lust for gold

These walls tell tales of woe and dread

Of scheming betrayal and bitter dead

All for the jewels that he craves

His men searched for a cave

To keep safe everything he could not save

Death row your boat into the sirens' singing

with my perilous pearls and my diamonds gleaming

Heave-Ho and dig if it takes all night

And none of you are leaving here without a fight