Once upon a much slower time
There was a Kingdom ruled by one A man that cared and was so kind To all his subjects, his kinsmen He loved his people very much He served and bled, the ideal son This northern land, this green and blue His vision made it an Eden One quiet day he took a stroll Far up a hill and past a stream Where to his eyes he saw a lake That he once saw in a far dream Beyond the lake he found a tree With leaves of gold, yellow and cream He walked with one hand on his heart Towards the tree that sang agleam With outreached arms he touched a branch And felt it shake with drops of rain But when he looked upon the sky There were no clouds in this domain He understood what that tree saw In that moment all was inane As he was jolted back to Earth The moons had come and he felt pain Stumbling aside he saw a bird His heart still aching from his trip He took some seeds from his pocket To feed the sad bird with a skip It just stood there beside the tree Not knowing what was in the scrip But when he poured the seeds from it The bird, now happy, did a flip With curious and most grateful eyes It pecked some seeds and flew away He watched as it landed nearby On a smaller tree with a sway From this short distance he could hear The birds' twitter, "Thank you" they say And so with an accomplished heart He sat down, on his back he lay Slowly he fell asleep and dreamt Of green waterfalls and blue waves But suddenly without a sign Darkness came to make of them graves He shook his head and wiped the tears He feared his people turned to slaves By the cold lake he silently Washed his face and thought of his staves Which one to use? Which one he'll raise? The staff of hope or staff of love The staff of war or staff of peace The staff that always glows above He made his way through silent trees Of only them he could think of His people were to face evil That fit a man just like a glove The omen he saw at the tree Told of a time of misery A time where justice is a myth An atmosphere that is sickly The architect of such a plan An Ose that craves what is filthy A creepy face so full of puss Its mouth speaks words made blistery A hound from Hell shall rule with hate Its Kingdom shall fall into debt A debt that cripples innocence To humankind it is a threat This hound shall kill and rape the dead Devouring all that it can get The Ose shall laugh at such a state The hound from Hell, a rabid pet Our hero reached his Kingdom walls To find that fire raged inside He found the street with crumpled lumps The little children dead, he cried In all this darkness he saw light When from the skies a bird did glide Towards the gate he heard a noise It was the light that he had spied It moved across and shone so bright A lady lying on the sand He took his cape and wrapped her up She smiled and kissed him on his hand "I am the bird you saved today..." She said whilst coming to a stand She had come here to warm his heart To take him back to the woodland He went with her to Golden Tree For several years he was to wait To learn how to defeat evil He had to learn how not to hate The lady kept him safe from them The evil hound and its sick mate He will return and save his home For after all it is his fate Golden Tree drops the sweetest fruit Antiquity from this Jujube Sorry to say but this concludes The first part of the story "Cube"
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