Restimar
Had come so far
Across uncharted seas
The salty air
Still held him there
On shore without a breeze
The sun of gold
With squeezing hold
Drew sweat to rust his mail
From crumbling sand
He set inland
To forge a lonesome trail
For pity's sake
A mountain lake
Lay fresh and cool that way
He looked alive
And made to dive
Into the sparkling spray
Metallic taste
Then swift embraced
By a solid gold demise
He sank to the deep
In a statue sleep
And was never more to rise