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
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
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
This might be easy to guess
But I still wonder if this text makes sense
