" Mermaids live in castles deep, serpents winding in their lair, undine maidens serving mead, at the foot of Neptune's chair. And a diver, swimming lone beneath the sea, his treasure bound, Spies a galleon sunk in mud, it's mast pertruding from a mound.
Feverishly he finds the door that enters in the darkened hold, Sculls are there, of grisled death, grinning spectres stepped in cold. He shivers at the frozen site, for tales of death their histories told, But then a glistening in the light, ends his quest, a chest of gold!
Jewels shine on bracelots newly, coins a'plenty lying 'round, Rushing in to seize the wealth he hears his heart, a thunderous sound! But suddenly his lips draw thin, he whirls, his breath a stifled gasp, Through teas of horror dimly sees, a hellish host of montrous caste!
Their bloodless sheathes of ghostly bones spear him through with an icy chill, His quivering body in their dead cold arms, no ears could hear his dying shrill, Their coffer safe, the skulking hoard seals up the hold till next they kill, Within 'em moves the soulless thing that feeds on need of life's sweet thrill.
Poseidon lifts his trident high, begins the watery dance again, His secrete strong-hold treasure's safe, protected from the world of men. Aye, there is no treasure, dear as life, or riches worth it's loss in measure, so why beguile your minds with need to fathom out its sunken treasure? All you need is here, now with you, no need to ration out your fare, for only time can unveil the mystery at the foot of Neptune's Chair."
- G.A.A. circa 1975
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