Back in the time of King Kanu,
When our people were at strife,
There met a people two.
The fight was big,
the strife was long,
but none as deep as the lover's song.
Apart they were,
from everything,
political,
theological,
Psychological,
& Philosophical too.
One side was wrong,
mine suffered much,
to the other victory such.
And yet we were not destroyed,
the tiny people of Abuyan,
led then by none; no man.
A thousand years would go by,
and then a thousand more,
who should rest upon this shore,
but the son of the legend of yore,
of the land of the Abuyan?
Though his strife leads not to war,
and though he rests on once an enemy's shore,
who could forget the rules of yore?
Men had lied,
with wide eyes perceived,
and wise lies deceived,
yet the mists of time obscured the view,
and now none knew.
yet the rules were clear,
to stay in fear,
"away from they who caused this to you."
Love and reason,
do not mix,
a matter of treason,
has this become,
by the legend of yore.
In a better world,
in another place,
a seperate time,
in distant grace,
would these two have a place.
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Quite a cryptic poem, I don't expect anyone to know what in Gods name im on about here.
