A nation here at civil bay
But something is amiss.
The power of these tondi poles
Provoke's the mind's surmise.
For hark the Fair, Clandestine king
whose Brutal tenure holds
the throne - Illustrious - and seeking
to Attend the foot of gold.
One after one the children - Blue -
Fly to the King's pyrite promise.
The capital is empty!
Positively patient for the return of its
Begotten - but not forgotten - young.
The Lord God then raised his mighty hand.
And in his name...
The King had left. The children with him.
Alas, Alas! The cities - parched themselves
as larks upon a warzone fly to provide
for the calcified soldiers as temporary relief.
A stronghold has been broken, a moment of weakness before -
Attack. The manic blueberry soldier rides on
Towards the weakened capital through a sunny winter's air.
Upon approach, the nation cries and moans
Wails of the eternal slumber to come!
Soon. the imposter had arrived
as one of the people.
He gave the nation children,
He gave the nation wine,
He provided them aphelion.
While the king watched from afar and
thought ill of his rebellion.
A poem about chemystery
— The End —