Post by zombiexdave on Apr 23, 2008 23:51:32 GMT -5
the last in my short series of short stories.
gotta love em.
The King That Couldn't See
In a great castle,
far to the east.
There was a great king,
that could not see.
His people were loyal,
they did not object.
Except once when he set fire,
to all of their pets.
He'd heard the purrs,
the barks and yelps.
He thought they were heathens,
So he burned off their pelts.
'Twas a spectacle,
quite indeed.
The cats were on fire,
and up in the trees!
It took many a person,
and without a doubt,
they set forth for water,
during a drought.
But what they didn't realize,
so absent mindedly.
Is that fire burns everything,
and anything it sees.
They returned with the water,
that they got from a village,
and in their absence,
their town had gotten pillaged.
Things were burning,
and there were bodies.
Some were on fire,
you could say they were hotties.
They scoured the castle,
the river beds, and homes,
and they found the blind king,
alone on his throne.
In his hand was a note,
written on parchment,
lie his last dying words,
and a need for a monument.
They recovered the paper,
from his cold pale hands.
And read it aloud,
all across the lands.
"My people I'm dying,
I'm burning inside.
The fires were only,
an act of pride.
My sight may have failed me,
when I was a boy,
but I chose to lead you,
and make you annoyed.
The times have been harsh,
but what'll happen to me,
is the act of a god,
who also cannot see.
They condemned me to hell,
I wanted to know why.
It's because you're blind,
the Devil said so sly.
I said it mattered not,
I was once a worthy king.
And he took my head off,
with one befouled swing.
My spirit then floated,
through the land and the sea,
to bestow to you a gift.
A gift you can't see.
The gift is of love,
and of hate and compassion.
The gift is for all,
it'll be the new fashion.
Remember my words,
and remember only three.
I may have been blind
but I can see."
done.
the last one.
my least favorite,
but also probably the most creative and least morbid.
hmmm.
4/4
gotta love em.
The King That Couldn't See
In a great castle,
far to the east.
There was a great king,
that could not see.
His people were loyal,
they did not object.
Except once when he set fire,
to all of their pets.
He'd heard the purrs,
the barks and yelps.
He thought they were heathens,
So he burned off their pelts.
'Twas a spectacle,
quite indeed.
The cats were on fire,
and up in the trees!
It took many a person,
and without a doubt,
they set forth for water,
during a drought.
But what they didn't realize,
so absent mindedly.
Is that fire burns everything,
and anything it sees.
They returned with the water,
that they got from a village,
and in their absence,
their town had gotten pillaged.
Things were burning,
and there were bodies.
Some were on fire,
you could say they were hotties.
They scoured the castle,
the river beds, and homes,
and they found the blind king,
alone on his throne.
In his hand was a note,
written on parchment,
lie his last dying words,
and a need for a monument.
They recovered the paper,
from his cold pale hands.
And read it aloud,
all across the lands.
"My people I'm dying,
I'm burning inside.
The fires were only,
an act of pride.
My sight may have failed me,
when I was a boy,
but I chose to lead you,
and make you annoyed.
The times have been harsh,
but what'll happen to me,
is the act of a god,
who also cannot see.
They condemned me to hell,
I wanted to know why.
It's because you're blind,
the Devil said so sly.
I said it mattered not,
I was once a worthy king.
And he took my head off,
with one befouled swing.
My spirit then floated,
through the land and the sea,
to bestow to you a gift.
A gift you can't see.
The gift is of love,
and of hate and compassion.
The gift is for all,
it'll be the new fashion.
Remember my words,
and remember only three.
I may have been blind
but I can see."
done.
the last one.
my least favorite,
but also probably the most creative and least morbid.
hmmm.
4/4
