Mayan Treasure

Some say it was a myth,
Others quote it was a legend,
But only I know the truth of what happened.

The mysterious cities of unending gold,
Hidden at the top of the world,
Where only the great golden condor spreads its wings.
The sun reflects our treasure,
Colouring the sky and its surroundings.

The heat of the sun, shaded by the heart of the great buttress,
The tops of the crops coloured like scattered gold,
Those golden flames licking our every last drop of water.

Barren wasteland stretched out like an oversized blanket,
The great buttress fading away into nothing,
The smell of emptiness wafting through the air,
The golden condor laughing its colour everywhere,
My Mayan treasure buried beneath the empty blanket.

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