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Originally posted on the MCCW by me, also a bit modified, the first poem I ever made so it ain't possibly that good.
The sunbeams bestowed the light over the hamlet
Each villager held their liberty
Villagers were bright as the administration was transcendent,
Even the hero was not a deceitful reptile,
The hero was the gentleman of authority and trade,
Every individual trembled to begin a single offense,
The town was termed as the center of nobles.
Forthwith at the night,
an enigmatic visitor reached the village,
People embraced the outsider,
a master trader had a diminutive chat with him,
He asked if the stranger wanted anything,
The stranger did a wide grinning smile of psychopathy,
He then occurred to be a vicious basilisk.
Every villager would be slaughtered,
The sadist held two enchanted sword,
which made it glance like a scissor.
He even frightened the people to take the children.
The speech of shrieks and tears,
They would induce illusions.
Now you should concede that villagers have the spirits too.
the same situation can happen at any time, any soon.
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