Upon a grand isle in the river's heart, I've moored my boat, a journey to start. With ropes secured, on land I stand, Eager for the treasures that might grace my hand.
To the west I tread, along the sandy shore, Past whispering waves, towards folklore. The beach beneath my feet, a golden guide, With the setting sun as my silent side.
Through the dance of shadows and light, I search for a prize hidden from sight. Amongst decaying logs, rich with past, I seek a treasure that will forever last.
In a hollowed guardian, aged by time, Underneath the moss, a sparkle, a sign. With hands that tremble, I unearth my find, A relic of old, to the present, bind.