A poem i made when i was bored. its about the punishments that come for being prideful.
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A People Who Are Cursed Over mountains high and oceans deep A place to rest Death will seek And finally in the Kingdom of Theraflain There four years he will reign Because of their pride three deaths in forms of plagues will come upon For four years from dawn to sunset and sunset to dawn A famine and drought shall be the first And for a year many will die from hunger and thirst Then three months in peace shall pass away Till the second will then that way The second, worse then the first, shall be more horrible then anyone thought A plague upon the kingdom will be brought Cries and moans, and shrieks of pain Shall mark the second year of Death’s reign Then a cure after a year shall be found And no more shall cries of pain then sound Unlike before, 9 months shall pass Until death shall have its turn, its third and final last The nine months that shall follow The city will become rich no more shall their money safes sound hollow An now the last and final blow Shall come and all shall tremble and behold An army from the ground shall rise And come to the Kingdom that to the south lies And there the kingdom’s fate shall be discerned, Shall they prevail or their lesson still remained unlearned? |