Luchorpán

His beard was as white as an early Spring snow.
A mischievous old gent from a land far and wide...
A land called Tir De Dana-
'Tis legendary as the Emerald Isle's tide.

In folklore there was an old man with a coat of Kelly Green.
He spent all his days cobbling shoes; crafting heels, laces and sole.
His payment; a cache of coins made from gold.
The tender, stashed and elusive, but never been seen...
At least as the fable 'tis now being told.

A tale, as ancient the land, proclaims coins're hidden -
Concealed somewhere at the end of a prism.
A prism as magical and mysterious as he-
-a tincture of blue, green, purple, yellow, orange 'n' red...
If lucky, you'll find a black, globose pot filled to the brim...
Where? Known as the rainbow, at the earth's outer rim.

At the end of this spectrum; a crescent colorful curtain,
You may, if lucky, discover where planted-
Then, "three of your wishes are granted"...
For if he's captured and the gold coins yours,
Around the world, or on Ireland's shores...
Upon his release, richness and wealth 'tis certain.
Your wealth, for his freedom; instead!!
The old man in a coat of Kelly Green has said.

written and composed by: Hootin' Anni
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title: "luchorpán" - Old Irish meaning lú (small) and corp (body).