19 September 2012
In a Kingdom so well built and fair, The streets filled and the dungeons bare. Were the houses were made from the finest stone, By hardy people, sweat, blood and bone. Its markets filled with the richest goods, Its finances never went backwards.
The guards so easily swayed by the sound of coin, As were the sacred monks and priests of Eloign Men of physic would make false remedies Leading to all kinds of worldly calamities!
Nightshade dominated the gardens at most, Usually the Daffodil would be the host. But after one seed of the shade was planted beside Most of the others withered and died.
The red river which flowed through the town, Once a beautiful blue But now a raddled brown, Causing many illnesses and a frown.
The trees would sway away from the fray, And the birds would fly far, far away. At night when all chaste folk sleep, Gallivant, dice wielders would reap. Filling the inns and singing hard Even the Captain would let down his guard Behind a curtain he dwells till the morn, Leaving him feeling torn and forlorn.
At court, if ever one was to be seen Committing a crime against King and Queen, The hall was riddled with malfeasance The criminal thrown behind for obscure reasons.
As the king was very old and his mane gray, His roar no longer a threat this day. His arm which once reached the furthest corner, Now rested by each passing mourner. The Queen was young and rife with beauty, Lamented little on her husband’s duty. Her bed surrounded by daisies from afar, Inexperience will grant her no shooting star.
And so as the recalcitrant fires grow There will be many hardships to follow. As the only governor is silver and gold He cannot warm a populace dying of cold.
Yellow Empire • Opuss № I