"Nay, have no fear. The man was blind," said she.
"How could he see ’twas we that took his gold?
"The devil, man! I thought you were bold!"
"This is a chancy business!" muttered he,
"And we’ll be lucky if we get to sea.
"The fellow deals with demons, I’ve been told."
"Let’s open the chest, shut up and take a hold."
Then silence as they knocked the hinges free.
A glint of silver and a sheen of jade –
Two strange gems gleaming from a silken fold –
Rare plunder – gods, was that a hidden blade?
A scream, a curse, two bodies stark and cold.
With jewel eyes above them crawled and swayed
The serpent left to watch the miser’s gold.
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Beautifully done, that word keeps coming to me as I read his poetry. A wonderful story, though short, intense, not to be figured out beforehand. Enjoyed this immensely, I'll have to get a book of his work.
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