At the end of every appearing rainbow,
or so I heard, there's to be a pot of gold.
It's probably not true, oh no,
but that's just what I've been told.

Now I'd really love to know the truth about this pot of gold,
so I put on my socks and looked for my best hiking boots,
grabbed a scarf, hat and my traveling coat of old,
and quickly silenced my hunger with some of Eleusis' roots.

I ventured off into the lush green forest,
as I believed that warm sun and light rain
would be right there; really honest!
But alas, my earnest hopes were quite in vain.

The city of Hashan was next in line,
with its rumoured story of golden showers,
and as my footsies brought me in just fine,
I thought to myself: "Only empty pots would be here; tis most sour."

And right I was, so I moved on to Ashtan,
mind, body, spirit... all that to be free.
I searched and searched yet could find nothing, not even in a trashcan,
thus I pondered: "If the gold ran free, where then would it be?"

In the end, I left for a visit in Mhaldor,
trying my hand in the city of the Archfiend,
but rules and regulations there were so much harder,
I'm sure the appearance of golden pots would just've been intervened.

From Evil to Good, I wandered into Targossas,
with that much Light, the rainbows had to be here, right?
But even here I found none, even though I used a looking glass,
and I swear I've been searching everywhere, until the fall of night.

Well... Last but not least, there is still Cyrene,
if the pots show up no where else, then here it is they must appear,
after all, most citizens here are well-dressed, just like a queen,
yet the only gold I found was the colour of my mug of beer.

In the end, as I grew annoyed and bitter,
I gathered my willpower and drew an illusionary doodle -
I really had to find the truth on the gold; I ain't no quitter -
of a pretty rainbow with a golden pot, as I enjoyed my apple strudel.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Scarlatan, in the year 657 AF.