I’ve posted this short poem before, but I thought it well reflected the intent of today’s WordPress prompt and, today, I possess a dearth of time. I’ll do my best to post a second piece later today.
In darkness deep, we unearth the light
of gem, and gold, and silver bright.
Our swords are etched with golden rhymes.
Our might with wealth is thus entwined.
Our axes gleam with amethyst.
Our armor winks with emerald’s shine.
And so our tombs will glitter thus.
For this, our wealth, we’ll surely die.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “If I Had a Hammer.”