They return to the south
Tired and with drouth
Seeking food for their mouth
For the land was in drought
Scar, with llama in tow,
Still does not believe so
That the desert was too vast
And their idea wouldn't last
On the brink of the fields
They caught sight of the border
They lower their shields
As they come to order
Our Sunshine has a secret
And he wasn't to keep it
He had an idea
To get leverage over people
Our Sunshine has villagers
Tucked away in the hills
All safe from pillagers
And those who have skills
He shares this information with two others
Who promise that they won't tell another
Who promise that they will keep it
A lowly secret
There were others listening
Who the three missed
Who wanted this gain
Who were willing to cause pain
They plotted and schemed
They reminisce and they dreamed
And to them it seemed
Their prize was already redeemed
They gather once more in the southern lands
Some with questions and others, demands
Swords and shields and weapons in hand
Tensions rising through all of the land
A prankster who spooked them all
Is responsible for the first fall
A debt to be paid
A life oath made
"It was just a prank" he claims
As the others build a grave
As the others inscribe The Fallen's name
He claims, "it was just a prank"
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Tertia Vita
Fanfictiona 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
