At ocean's depth, a tale of yore,
Heaven Can Wait, in slumber sore,
In memory's fire, rose from the floor,
A quest alit, to seek for more.
Fair National Treasure's victory dance,
Bob Baffert's fate, a fleeting chance,
In Preakness race, his steed advances,
Yet 'nother horse, a loss entranced.
A tome of wisdom once decried,
Now treasures vast, in vaults reside,
With guarded gaze and secret pride,
Its worth retold, secure inside.
