I miss my childhood filled with sweets
When I played with other kids in the streets
I remember sleeping comfortably in car's back seat
And waking up in my bed in a heart beat
I miss my old toy ship fleet
When video games didn't take that long to complete
I remember my grandmother giving me treats
I was very happy although they were bittersweet
But now I'm surrounded by concrete
While continuing this nostalgia's deceit

It runs through it's masters veins
With a thick consistency that stains
The journeys that it usually takes
Often are in snowy plains
When it stops, it makes chains
Of epic tales that advance our brains
After the centuries it remains
To help us in the quest to obtain
The knowledge we seek to retain

There was a village
Called Ludnica in maps
Quite old and vintage
The population reached 100 at max

It was known far and wide
For it's weird rules
Everyone had to abide
And dress like white ghouls

Half of them were blacksmiths
Working day and night
Others had to submit
And were to be polite

Every once in a while
Another black sheep would appear
Some even hostile
Not understanding why they were there

Then the blacksmiths' work would restart
They chipped away the metal chains
Reshaped the mind part by part
Untill the sickness didn't remain

"Where was this Ludnica?"
You might ask
But don't search for it
Because it will find you at last