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A poetic short story that puts an unusual twist on the most popular book in the world! |
Sons Although cast out They never spoke ill Of their exile from Elder Or anything he willed. They had some sons, Companion and child, And their sons being boys Were sometimes quite wild. Soon did the sons, Hearing so highly of Elder, Go to their king Desiring his favor. They went to his palace And asked how he be pleased. The Shadow of Elder said, "Bow, on your knees." "To my palace gates," He said, "you should bring, an offering that you believe Is fit for your king." Beyond the palace walls Back to their home, They looked for and offering For the king they owe. They returned to the palace With gifts in hand. Son One brought sweet fruit. Son Two brought a lamb. The lamb, of course slaughtered, Was feasted upon. The King gave his Favor, And then he moved on. Son One kneeled with his fruit Of tasty and sweet, But the King Elder frowned At this colored treat. The shadow of elder Then turned away, And he left Son One To wallow in dismay. Shadow of Elder sat and he said As he did deplore, "If you do not well, Sin comes to your door." With a tingle down his spine One left Elder's sight. And much rage grew Inside him that night. His brother won favor With a dead animal. Was he now frowned on for caring at all? As the sun rose So did Son Two, Not knowing at all What he was going to do. All One knew was the ache That was now in his heart, That would forever keep him and his brother apart. While Son Two was in The animal pen, One snuck up quick And delivered his end. Forever to haunt him Would be the sound That his brother's blood made When it hit the ground. The shadow called Elder Had soon found out, And he couldn't have a Murderer running about. He sentenced One to further exile, To carry out his life And live all the while. But Shadow Elder had developed a thirst. And on Son One He had laid a curse. If One should get murdered, His murderer be cursed That he should die a death Seven times worse. That curse would travel also To his sons and grandsons, To die worse and worse Over this accursed one. Of child and companion And their descendants too, All seemed to believe 'good' Is all Elder does do. And much of the town Thinks he's on the good end. Why does no one realize That he's not our friend? |