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At what expense is a fortune won?
How many limbs rot in soggy ditches
As the glutton rots upon his gem pile?
Tell us, O' Cyclops, your worth of solid gold.
The forgotten hero flew over sea
Like a rotund seagull with feet for wings
He danced upon the ocean's foamy face
Like a faerie, that fair, elusive race.
The sun leaped from rim to rim, dancing like
A citrine on a field of sapphire stone
The winds blew cool and strong, propelling our
Hero, the Furyfoot, fast, far, long.
The weary halfling spotted, long at last
the fairest isle that he had seen yet.
It was shaped like a blazing ruby crown
Dotted with emerald rings and sapphires.
He bodysurfed a wave onto the beach
and found he had landed in the footprint
of a giant, primordial beast.
He studied the footprint – a cyclops, ho!