In the gem, for what was bled.

a treasure lies in a hard bed.

Betwixt the giants and the moon.

Drive and walk and be there soon.

 

Hidden under the promise from above.

Only seen from an eye of a modern dove.

The promise is so clear,

not exact but it’s near.

 

The value like many others is not,

just what man thinketh it should be bought.

Untouchable by governments and others,

secure and safe and laid by brothers.

 

Up the trail you need to hike,

with no car nor motorized bike.

When the useless barrier renews,

you’ve passed the place with the good news.

 

You may keep your find secret.

Honest friends you will keep it.

Or brag to the world and say,

“Bit Adventure, I did play!”