The Emerald City

The Emerald City Tales of long ago, many a tall story told When the people spoke so vibrantly bold Whispers of treasures of emeralds and gold Hidden away, lost, a kings ransom to behold Far away, somewhere lost in a dense jungle land Guarded by a lost, ghostly, savage warrior band Prepared for a millennium to defend, fight and stand Silent swift death comes from ancient weapons in hand Pathway to riches, a treacherous one For all the emeralds and gold to be won Will be the spoils to some fortune son Perhaps a kings ransom, share for none Countless perils awaits for any bold, foolhardy man Many fallen lost souls of some obscure absent clan In all the fickle lost schemes of many a forfeited plan For there will never be a road to riches for any man Long ago, daring tales of a lost Emerald City, so I’m told Speaking of the riches to this very day, treasures so bold To the gullible, still being sold by the alluring lies of lost gold Somewhere lost forevermore, in the desires for all to behold