Cursed Air

Salty winds blow through cursed air.

Gold coins and cold bones rattle,

Evidence of meager men.

 

A creaking sign swings overhead.

The crew gulps down their fears,

Eager to find treasure.

 

The captain will sail onward until death.

Gold and riches fuel desires,

No matter how high the cost.

 

Entering the mouth of the cave at last.

The action could prove fatal,

But greed will keep them going.