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The curse bothered the man all day
After killing his animals and throwing the hay
He tried to catch a whiff of some sleep
But his mind was a leviathan too deep
He got out of his bed, and went to explore
To quiet his mind, to keep it from the abhor
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
He grabbed his sword, his armor, his axe
Skipping the village and the inadvertent tax
The foolish villagers knew nothing of his plight
Though they were all abed on this glorious night
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
After adventuring many an hour
Going past even the farthest of towers
He began to tire, his mind quieting
The man turned back, to his staple of piety
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
Dreaming of sleep, the man sojourned so close
Spotting the corner of the garden post
Thinking himself safe from attack
Not even thinking, turned his back
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
The man inadvertently caused his demise
Losing his life, along with his prize
The explosion rang out, causing a mark
Splitting the night, cracking the dark
All the man saw was an eerie white light
Perturbing the dark, wrecking the night
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
The curse awakened him, again and again
The normal sights he saw, the interior of his den
He lost all his things, his armor, his life
But the curse he served under was as sharp as a knife
He always awoke, from his limbo he lived
To be normal, he thought, what he wouldn't give
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
After killing his animals and throwing the hay
He tried to catch a whiff of some sleep
But his mind was a leviathan too deep
He got out of his bed, and went to explore
To quiet his mind, to keep it from the abhor
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
He grabbed his sword, his armor, his axe
Skipping the village and the inadvertent tax
The foolish villagers knew nothing of his plight
Though they were all abed on this glorious night
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
After adventuring many an hour
Going past even the farthest of towers
He began to tire, his mind quieting
The man turned back, to his staple of piety
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
Dreaming of sleep, the man sojourned so close
Spotting the corner of the garden post
Thinking himself safe from attack
Not even thinking, turned his back
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
The man inadvertently caused his demise
Losing his life, along with his prize
The explosion rang out, causing a mark
Splitting the night, cracking the dark
All the man saw was an eerie white light
Perturbing the dark, wrecking the night
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
The curse awakened him, again and again
The normal sights he saw, the interior of his den
He lost all his things, his armor, his life
But the curse he served under was as sharp as a knife
He always awoke, from his limbo he lived
To be normal, he thought, what he wouldn't give
Under the light of the moon, palest hue of gold
When the night was halfway old.
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Props to you, my friend.
Someone could beat-box this XD