The Something Opal - Kayo Dot

Face at the window of the shop neglected

Squints down on the people

Spider crack along the pane

Along the cheek (not so deep)

And eyes that dart from coin to pocket

Curse the wallet

Junk antiques and blatant forgeries

He weighed and lost his soul to Mammon

Sold his soul for a costume synthetic

He found a map on scroll today

Tucked away in a crate of books

Charlatan and spider web

But this was different, this was Something

Opal glinting between the piles

A chart of uncharted in the seasons rolling

And a network to an X following

Winter skeleton fingers creep

Out across to grasp his coat of lies

Stride with overconfidence

He stepped onto the cobbles

Find him an airship and a crew

Bait them

Pay them with a strongbox promise

Follow Opal to the hoard

And kill them all out on the raging Q’Sh