I Dream of Treasure

I have a chart, to a piece of art. It’s in a trunk, In a ship that sunk. I need the elite, for the task to complete. I’ll pay in pound, once it’s found. The chest was grey, with no decay, but all alone, I dare to stay. Diamonds are bold, and have a charm, but the site of gold, did keep me calm. I’ll toast a drink, to the fools I’ll wink. I’ll be discreet, in pub or street. If all goes well, In skies I'll dwell. When all is done, my past is gone.