I'm going to try something original on my own. I doubt it'll be any good, but here it goes:
I have been the ruin of many a poor boy's dreams,
Tossed across the briny waves by pirates wily,
A treasure that in the coffers of countless gleams,
Whose worth cannot be expressed in a mere smiley.
The very same spirit that inspired free love
Bore me across the ages to my present state,
Passing from one to the next, tracked from above
In hidden vaults connected in the night late.
Though trapped in time, my soul they will never take.
Over and over, I am enjoyed by my covert questers,
But unfortunately, instead of me they often find a fake,
And find themselves in a jail while the wound festers.
What am I?
Cordially,
Lord Tiberius Grismath
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