Of Elvia and the Steam | Part 2

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Jubal Cain sang while poling a loaded barge,
Up river, muscles taught and voice bellowing.
He sang like a pirate with a strong low swing
A sauntering melody with stomping heart:

	Down in the south where the heat reigns
	There lies a wealth of toilsome pain
	A wealth untold, 
	Unspoiled for the bold
	Those who seek it will never be the same

	Down in the south where the heat rules
	Waves in the sky, deceptive pools	
	Shimmering sights 
	Playing with the eyes
	Drawing to their death, treasure-seeking fools

	Deep underground, from where steam rises
	Hunters find profound depths of desire
	Their brains melt away as their eyes grow wider
	Burning with the passion of greed’s fervent fire

	Down in the south where the heat reigns
	There lies a wealth of toilsome pain
	A wealth untold, 
	Unspoiled for the bold
	Those who seek it will never be the same
	
	Down in the south where the heat governs
	Blood evaporates off all the hands it covers
	Hard work doesn’t pay
	‘less its done in the shade
	Built on sweat from the labor of others

	Deep underground, from where steam rises
	Hunters find profound depths of desire
	Their brains melt away as their eyes grow wider
	Burning with the passion of greed’s fervent fire

	Down in the south where the heat reigns
	There lies a wealth of toilsome pain
	A wealth untold, 
	Unspoiled for the bold
	Those who seek it will never be the same

The other two on the barge pounded their fists
Turning crates to drums and stomping out the beat,
The song rippling the water and tree’s leaves
Singing song after song up the river twists.

Creatures along the banks and in the trees heard.
Few travelers would make such a bold ruckus.
Many who heard thought the bargers ludicrous. 
Still, the bargers carried on up the river.

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