Kingdom of Old

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When the land was old
And was filled with gold
When the starts shone light
That was nascent and bright

When the mountains were tall
And the valleys were deep
When the moon was near
And it’s light was clear

There ruled a king, mighty and strong
His kingdom gleamed in every sunrise
The citizens loved and praised their lord
They worshipped him more than god

The land was blessed with seasons four
Grains always filled in the capital’s store
When it rained the sky did roar
People never did ask for anything more

The king was brave; the king was just
Women were never victim of lust
The wicked dwelled in constant fear
The sinners lost their life so dear

Then the earth shook once and it shook hard
The tide came fast and it was high
The trees fell like house of cards
People fled but the waves were nigh

The castle was filled with animals of sea
The king floated on a branch of tree
Many a men were drowned and dead
On their flesh the animals had fed

The kingdom of gold
Was now like a nightmare in cold
The farms were lost and fields were covered
With water, on which now insects hovered

The king survived and he saved a few
On the edge of forest rest of his folks lived
They hunted for food and years passed by
The water swept back and the land was dry

The king was weak he had grown old
He had lost his kingdom of gold
He now wanted to gain it back
A fire was blazed when the sky was black

They went back to build from start
Men cut down trees and women pulled the cart
They all toiled night and day
To build their homes of clay and hay

The king was weak but now was wise
He built a wall that was big in size
It was built of stone not of gold
Any wave of terror it could withhold

The earth shook again
The tides rose high
But the effort of men
Were not in vain

The wall stood strong and tall
The waves lashed but it didn’t fall
For now, the men had won
The work of wise was well done

Thus the tale was sung of kingdom of gold
Where men now were more wise than bold
The king now wears an iron crown
For the lost gold no one now mourns

~Surya
The storyteller

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