Our Precious Sunshine wanders
In search for a friend
Alone, he ponders
About the end
With his hands, he harvests
The last dark oak
He goes into the darkness
Abandoning all hope
He travels the world
In search for a home
Beauty is unfurled
As our sunshine roams
He circles the border
And returns to the start
He comes to the south
With an ache in his heart
They gather, in the southern village
Many here to plunder and pillage
The dark oak burns to the ground
And chaos erupts when the ashes are found.
A scarred man takes Our Sunshine aside
And whispers to him with a glimmer in his eye
He says to Our Sunshine, "Why don't we take the Sand?
We'll be the most powerful in the land!"
With a laugh, Our Sunshine disagrees
As he presents his dark oak trees
And he responds, confident now
"To gain a monopoly is to gain ground.
I've gathered the last of the dark oak
I've gathered something that went into smoke
I have something to hide in my cloak.
My friend, I have the last dark oak!
For in fact, the desert isn't the best place to live
It's not the place to grow and give
It's quite the contrary my friend
It'll bring us to our end."
Scar replies, "It's not about living,
My friend, it is about the monopoly
It is about our gain and our profit
It is about putting money in our pockets
I agree, to gain monopoly is to gain ground
But let us turn this statement around
Sand is quite valuable, it's quite rare
So let us take it and make others pay to get there!
And with your oak, we can take that, as well
We can double our profits and all will be well
I have many ideas for our Monopoly
Just listen, my friend, listen to me!"
Our Sunshine thinks for a second
He ponders for only a millisecond
He follows Scar into the woods
They go into the darkness, searching for goods
Into a bunker they plot their plan
to take all the sand
They make a strong plan
They will be the strongest in the land
And all at the start
There was a spark
Something had started
In Scar's heart...
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Tertia Vita
Fanfica poem adaptation of the Third Life SMP told from Grian's perspective. a/n: Grian's name will not be mentioned in this poem. He will be referred to as Sunshine, Our Precious Sunshine, Angel, or The Boy
