In the Stone Chest
Taunting, flaunting showing off how they shine, wanting, wanting to be taken away for a time.
Prizes to be claimed, doing the claiming. You cannot own them they can own you.
Round little disks they sit and wait. Waiting for greed to overtake.
Longing to snare those who want power.Steal it away, lock it up.
A treasure better buried beneath the ground, never found.