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Storytelling in Verse (sempiternal) workshop

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ÇAÇÔ, Man of the Morning Star P. 2, Canto One

Canto One

Upon the fringe of raw domain,
the suns rise as an Angel Host
ascends beyond the level plane.
Their advent from the nethermost
illuminates the flat and vacant World. 5

A multitude, they are the mind
of Joss and thence the all they shape
was hitherto but Joss defined.
In concert thus, this virgin scape
could nothing be but His caprice unfurled. 10

An Opening.

For Nothing is aught else but Cold
and Nothing thrice is nothing more.
Chief requisite that aught is told
in epopee, archival lore
needst something wrought of nothing come to be.

Eternity does not begin.
Time renders never back its flow.
The Flame will have not origin.
Ablaze thru All and Aye, ergo
‘tis paradox the Will that would be Free.

The Arrogant

I.
The Arrogant's been here for years,
roaming the Earth, the lavish land,
sowing the seeds of dreadful fears,
with His own brutal, cruel hand.
II.
Most oft than not, He killed his friend
His father, brother and His kin,
and purposefully committed
the forbidden and utmost sin.

1
As deep as the layers of Earth
go the folds of this rumbling tale,
to tell little 'bout hatred's birth
as well as love's successive fail.

Strictly against all existing odds
a farmer was having a bad day,
for out of every farm in the county
onto his farm Leo the lion found his way.!

Well, the farmer was very much startled
his mule, dumbstruck was even paler with shock!
The only other farm animal who saw him
was struttng proudly, and was ol' Colonel cock.

His rooster seemed quite impressed with the cat
but, not so much was the farmer's, work mule;
in fact, he quit working, as scared as he was
and ran and hid, like a big, donkey fool!

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