KWERTY's Treasure

At the heart of the Ocean of Nowhere,
More than fifty fathoms deep,
Lies buried the treasure of KWERTY,
Now forever the sea's to keep.

In an impervious casket 'tis sealed
With strong chains and a giant padlock
And straight to the bottom of the ocean it sank,
And lies there to this very 'o'clock.

KWERTY went down with it, of course.
He wasn't one to give up without a fight,
The ocean would not share his plunder,
And he battled away into the night.

The waters were wild with fury then,
KWERTY's mighty galleon to a skiff had been reduced,
And all his fellows were either lost or drowned.
"For them, at least, I must go on," he mused.

On he went looking for the iron cask,
With vengeance, clearly on his mind.
This wasn't the easiest task he'd set,it was the darkest night of the year,
And poor KWERTY due to a previous encounter, was in one eye blind.

But his hearing was impeccable,
He could catch a fog horn miles off,
And his sense of smell had put dogs to shame,
He presumed that to be an even trade-off.

How else could you explain the enormous bounty
He had so savagely amassed at sea?
KWERTY knew the scent of riches,
And they were always his to be.

His exploits were known far and wide, giants trembled at his call,
He had known not fear of any law or sail, the forces were his to tame.
The wind and waves, were but children's toys,
And tonight they would be the same.

This was the treasure of treasures he carried,
Its content was known to all, its worth only to some,
Against all odds it had been sheltered and raised,
And now it needed a new home.

A new home KWERTY would find and bequeath,
No one else had a say.
But the forces had been angered enough
And tonight they would have their way.

The heavens burst forth with all their might,
And the waters surged from below,
The monster had itself unleashed
But KWERTY wasn't one to bow.

Below the depth of the maelstrom, an eerie calm ruled,
And soon enough KWERTY found himself there, a little nonplussed than before,
Until he heard the soft thud,
Of the great cask hitting the floor,

"Ah, fear not my sweet, I'm coming,"
A distinct chuckle was heard,
And off he was in the direction of the thud,
"I'll have you, by Bluebeard's blue beard."

Despite the sweet deception
Of the seductress of a sea,
KWERTY his treasure reached and chided
"Tut, tut, riches are always mine to be."

"The ocean floor is tricky business,"
He remembered his mentor say.
"Well, in the first cavern I'll hide this for now," he thought,
But, alas, that was his last foray.

The ocean doesn't welcome intruders,
Far less those who don't wish to share,
And into the first cavern he got all right,
But it was only till there.

The spurned woman's wrath he bore
As the cavern collapsed on him,
But he was on a mission tonight
And the spirit broke away from within.

Sparkling against the dark night, he mocked
The wild woman whose tresses still rampant ruled,
"I'll have my treasure all right,
You better get your temper cooled."

The night wore away slowly,
Peace, eventually reigned,
KWERTY, surprisingly, confided his secret in her
And to keep mum she rightly feigned.

But she is a woman, remember
She cannot forever keep a secret in,
And promptly on the most tempestuous nights of the year,
The sea indulges in sin.

The doors to KWERTY's treasure are opened,
To all those who wish to seek
But KWERTY, that clever rascal
Gives us only a peek.

The few who manage to reach it,
Are too exhausted to try the test.
And without clearing the test, it can't be opened,
Sigh! It has been laid to rest.

The sea in her fury,
Devours those who fail.
Yet there are others, apparently,
Who have victorious sailed.

They couldn't have taken away with them,
The treausure. For that belongs to the sea,
Yet, witness we are to such rare gems,
From where else could they be?

At these words, KWERTY's hearty laugh resounds
And raises a question or two in my head.
He has got the better of us all forever,
How can he be considered dead?

And challenged by the timeless spirit,
I build my ship to reach the heart of the Ocean of Nowhere.
And there we shall meet again, KWERTY,
Down there, in your lair.

I'll have more than a peek of that treasure of yours,
The spoils to the victor belong.
My dear chap, I'll give it a home,
And you too, why don't you come along?

For those of you who still don't know..KWERTY is the name of my in-house ghost, King Walter Einstein Rumpelstiltskin The Yesteryeareth. An ex-buccaneer, complete with an eye-patch and a tall hat..someone who'll give Casper a run for his money at being the 'friendly ghost'.

And yes, I am 21 and very much sane.