The lights brightly
beamed from the heavens,
or so it seemed.
I recalled the lore of old,
a reminder for the bold
seekers of others’ gold.
The Elders told me
where to find my riches,
at the end
of a rainbow arc.
I laid in wait,
10 days… patient,
for chance to take
that other’s gold
and make it mine.
When the time was right,
I slipped into the dark,
out into the night,
and swiped away
the cauldron
…keeping.
It was light…
I realized then,
to boisterous laughter,
that the damned trickster
was definitely laughing
at my expense,
empty pockets and all.
©️ Obol, 2018.
Originally published on October 30, 2018.
