A Madman's Chronicle

I looked upon that horrid sight
Guided only by a dim torchlight
Fatigued, after my long, hard plight
To reach this place, sacrificing my might

It took many a night and many a day
With my body suffering, skin felt like clay
But now I have seen it, in bed I shall lay
'You're a madman' I used to hear them say

But it was we, those who adventure would entice
To go beyond desert, deep jungles and ice
Who put their lives on the roll of a dice
And made today's 'macho men' look no more than mice

We researched and buried our livelihoods in books
To find every hiding place, all the crannies and nooks
Our obsession led to criticism, they gave us those looks
And some called us grave-robbers, and olden day crooks

But now I am here, on the cusp of new finding
I see the hooks of time and mythology binding
With every new find I fear my soul's unwinding
And yet every discovery is just so bloody blinding

I search for old artifacts on every harsh hunt
History gives me that motivational shunt
Her mysteries, they give me these dreams, utterly blunt
And I strive for new achievements under this glorious punt

All the measures and precautions, these things I am taking
Will never be able to protect my sanity, it's breaking
Down, and both awake and asleep I am shaking
But at the end of the day it's worth it, for the legend I'm making

Now I find myself in this cave after an arduous endeavor
Granted, to have gotten here I had to be clever
Will I ever reach the pearly gates though ? The answer is never
But all of my misdeeds will live on forever

My legacy will live on, past the fates of my men
I will not be tricked or trust anyone again
So I had to kill all of them; my group, all ten
I took up my revolver and shot them one by one in our den

I couldn't risk being messed around
And I know when I return, out I'll be found
They'll lock me up and imprison me, maybe in a loony pound
But why should I find myself to the law once more bound ?

In this chasm I find riches; great antiques of old
Of centuries gone by, holding secrets I'm told
I will never allow them to be abused or just sold
And to get here I've had to make my morality cold

To go through with these acts I've had to become a mean guy
I watched my friends suffer, see them painfully die
But I carry on and wipe the solemn tear from my eye
For in this new age, there's no time to cry

But you who now reads this knows my dark little tale
To get here is difficult, do you feel as frail
As I do now, and is your skin turning pale ?
Make sure you watch your heartbeat, and hope your breathing doesn't fail

I have satiated my dream, and so with this knife
I can happily end my fulfilled little life