Saw my picture in the paper
Read the news around my face
And now some people
Don’t want to treat me the same
When the walls come tumblin’ down
When the walls come crumblin’ crumblin’
When the walls come tumblin’ tumblin’ down
All you have to do to crack this code..
… is find within the grid the hidden words,
Once achieved you too’ll have your golden load,
… and can escape the burdens of this world!
Truth be known,
… and it has to be said,
There wasn’t much to go on,
… as most was inside my head!
I had three main clues,
… Not one more,
Just those three to use..
… before l could score!
Those clues were detailed,
… and involved much precision,
One must not be derailed,
… if they sought a decision!
Once in location and from memory,
…. l did so intricately recreate,
Patterning to acquire the lost treasury!
So l could plunder my pieces of eight!
The song l surmised was in fact,
A cleverly hidden clue in disguise,
…. and l had to admire the crafted abstract,
Designer of this artifacts devised lies!
The lyrics sung aided me to visualise..
…. the final resting place of the gold!
Soon l would be feasting my eyes,
… on the ruinously delicious riches of old!
Right, fourteen words is all l need to find in this grid,
… of 15 x 15 up and down and right to left,
Once l have them, l will handle what is hid,
… and live a life that is rewarding and blessed!
Just fourteen words between me and my freedom,
.. no more being a slave to the world,
I can be me and finally say that ‘l have them beaten!’
… but l need to find them words, they need to be unfurled!
I am standing in the crumbled ruins on the Island of Oak,
Upon the vibrantly coloured cobbled stoned hewns,
… that beneath do so hide The mysteries so often spoke,
But l’ll not return home till l have my doubloons!
© Rory Matier 2020
My thanks to the following prompters for their inspiration…