The treasure-seeker

When all the forests were sleeping,

he began to dig

without rest in the mountain deep:

for a treasure did he dig.

Angels of God sang

while, in the still night,

like red eyes,

metals emerged from the shaft.

"And you will be mine!" and more grimly

did he burrow and burrow downward!

Then the stones and rubble tumbled

down upon the fool.

Scornful, wild laughter resounded

from the collapsed vault,

and the angelsong faded away

sadly into the air.