They ride broken trails over and over
As they search for something special- the
Hidden gems beneath strange mountains
That resonates with ancient songs of
People long since forgotten- the
Echoes of their last full moon
Still ring out from the peak, down
Into willing hearts and minds- the
Memories of that golden valley
Shining with the delights of
Pure, unbridled excess- the
Gold keeping away the shadow
As their warriors would ride
Forth on winds that grew boldly
With every syllable- They ride
And face an unknown future- Yet the
Gold couldn’t protect against the shade
Who fell upon them and replied
That they would be safe, but only if
They gave up their golden lives- you
Have heard this tale before, because you seek
The truth of those who gave their lives for
Their beloved Eldorado

The prompt for this poem was to “create a Golden Shovel about a famous poem.”

I chose this stanza from “Eldorado” by Edgar Allen Poe:

This is my interpretation. What’s yours?

(the photo is a screenshot from The Road to El Dorado that I found during a Bing search)