Beneath the silent sea of Drough, a hidden treasure lies,
and in the bleak murk of its bed, each treasure hunter dies.
I sailed the darkness of the sea and heard them in my dream,
those long dead souls, damned to the depths, all wailing of the gleam.
Chthonic ocean, lightless deep, your surface ever still,
I drifted on your waveless soul, lost, alone, and ill.
My fever raged but yet my boat carried my body true.
No one can say how I survived when no one else got through.
The darkness of the sea of Drough still haunts me to this day,
but there's a hope, I'll say again, somehow I found a way.
Tale Told 