Pirate Gold from Coven by Fae as Folk

The blood red cross that marks the spot,
Most timeless of temptations,
Lost at sea or buried deep
For seven generations.

If pirates bold should find such gold
And with it line their purses,
Like sand it slips through fingertips
To depths dark and accursed.

Pirate gold,
Glimmering ancient and uncaring
Ages old,
Moves with a will all of its own
Pirate gold,
Sings like a siren to the daring
Bright and cold,
Ferryman’s toll to seas unknown.

The gold once hid by Captain Kidd
Paid not his freedom’s price,
Long it languished in the loam
While Kidd was strung up twice.

When Blackbeard stumbled on his trove
In caskets cracked and rotten,
He left it where the Devil knows,
To legend now forgotten.

Pirate gold,
Glimmering ancient and uncaring
Ages old,
Moves with a will all of its own
Pirate gold,
Sings like a siren to the daring
Bright and cold,
Ferryman’s toll to seas unknown.

In every tale of men who sail,
The treasure is the same:
Lost and found and ever bound
To reach the deep again.

Pirate gold,
Glimmering ancient and uncaring
Ages old,
Moves with a will all of its own
Pirate gold,
Sings like a siren to the daring
Bright and cold,
Ferryman’s toll to seas unknown.

• Fantasy folk
• Folk
• celtic
• dark folk
• United Kingdom