The Map of Death

 

There once was a legendary map that led to giant hoards of gold,

Many generations had tried to locate it, young and old,

But none ever returned from the search of the map,

Due to the ingenious and horrible master trap,

Only one such bold and fearless group, led by John Birch,

Did not give up and continued the search,

After painstakingly researching and phoning,

John found the map was kept at Ealing,

So they went off to the hiding place of the map with stealth,

Their goal — to claim the legendary wealth.

 

Black as the night, they went in the secret door,

To see the skeletons of bounty-hunters on the concrete floor,

John backed away in horror from the remains,

To witness half of his team being skewered by sharpened canes,

They fell through the tiny holes on the ceiling,

And were reeled up with people impaled on them, squealing,

Seeing half his team dead and skewered already,

He learnt his lesson and alerted the rest of the team to get ready.

 

The next trap they encountered in this ghastly place,

Was a twisted statue of a gorgon holding an ace,

It seemed to be pointing at them with a deadly gaze,

All of a sudden its hand went ablaze,

Then the walls opened up and revealed glinting spears,

That seemed to have been stained with blood for years,

The deadly spears shot out and went back in the walls,

Leaving John amidst the bodies that seemed to shout silent calls,

John had a fatal wound but managed to try and return home,

On his way back he made a wrong turn and walked into a dome,

That’s where he breathed his last before dying with a groan,

Leaving “the Map of Death” still mystically alone……