It's mine
The gold and silver buried here
Belong to me and no one else
Even though I am dead
My eyes watch my own tomb
It's no secret what I took with me.
Plenty of people have tried their luck
So far no one has even been a challenge
Their stupidity leads to plenty of unmarked graves
My skull may be decaying
Reflecting back what I watch
But my strength is still my own
No human can force me from the ground
Foolish living are worse than the dead
The untold riches I gathered
Will remain mine until I fade away
The process has started but before it ends
No one left alive will know my location
This is my last will and testament
Author notes
This is a real mythological (I know that's contradictory) thing. The info I found on it can be found at http://www.deardeath.com/draugrs.htm
A contest entry
- Fantasy Person, Place or Creature by Gypsie Ink.
300 points, ended March 18, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Eerie
In such a good way. I like the darkness of this. Like a curse over a Egyptian sarcophogeus (did I spell that right?) lol Thank you for the extra effort on the use of a "real mythological" thing. Thank you for your entry and Best of luck in the contest.
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