A dream

It was cold and it was windy
In the cellar of a manor big —
Owner was as usually moody,
At the port was waiting a brig.

It was waiting to carry him up
To a colourful and beautiful island
But it won’t because of his cup
Full of poison for getting his diamond

Because of some rats hating this poor devil
And wanting to get all his treasure.
Who are they to make all this evil?
Will it be his final pleasure?

He was sitting and waiting for something
Looking at the wall ahead,
It was boring and he was crying —
He was in a soul dead.

But at the moment the next
Someone entered the room,
The owner did look perplexed
And the stranger detected the doom.

He came closer and started the talk,
He was telling about the fortune,
It was ten in the near clock
But it was an only illusion.

It’s a story about friendships
That helped to come to the island
By getting a lot of good tips,
Here will be the end of the legend.

(2019)