Far below the mountains cold
There lies a story untold
A shimmering lot of yellow rocks
It's the lords cherished gold
A stolen jackpot from them all
But they all caused the great downfall
Prehaps to steal wasn't wise
And hidden with him is our prize
Maybe a few decades,maybe a few raids
But to forgive is something that cannot be paid
A life,a wife or a mirrored price.
But the memory will sadly never fade.
YOU ARE READING
My poems
PoetryYeah,it's me.I did NOT steal these poems,as I am the owner of them,I just got logged out of my main acc.Anyways,I might've changed up my poems a little bit,but they'll still be recognizable.I also only included my favourite poems.
