If you have those feats to boast about
Why not go challenge the Queen herself?
Queen? What queen? In this country?
Nay, and you have neither heard of her?
I heard she rules in the other world.
And those who live and breathe there
Highly 'garde her as their saviour and God divine.
What monstrosity does she hide?
Or wields some treasure that can tear asunder
For me to be worthy as to challenge her?
Nothing, sir.
But it is believed her treasure is her people
And her wrath when they are harmed
Can be compared to whirlwinds of swords.
They must lead peaceful lives then.
For in the presence of that you worship
It must be like Heaven is your earth.
They certainly do.
I personally have ne'er seen it, only heard recently.
But they say if she deems you worthy
She'll come ferry you off herself.
As a Queen!
I find that notion anything but ridiculous.
Oh, but then it's true.
If it's as wondrous as Heaven,
More so than a promised future of electricity
And such likes warfare as guns and atoms.
If it's incomparable to what's preach'd
Then for all the imaginative creativity
It must be very true and real
That a Queen could let herself do
Unfit work that such men as us do.
Well, then!
All you speak is like them that preached.
Those priests who reaped our money
In exchange for sins we did not do
But must repent, or they false report.
Now tell me where dare I find this Queen?
Most import, what treasures to steal?
Treasures? Ha!
You are too small-minded.
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Junkyard
Random⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Welcome to Junkyard ･:*.ೃ࿔⋆ Here is where I post a bunch of words per entry to rebuild my writing groove. Contained within are short stories, poems, rants or non-fic articles, of various themes, on various characters and genres. My goal was...
