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The landscape writhes, in the purple atmosphere,
Branches of the naked tree bark, reach out,
Searching for a grasp of sunlight to relish.
But there is none,
There is nothing.

Since the evil clouds stole the sky,
There’s been no hope for nobody.
Everything green, has turned a weak brown,
And there are no animals in the forest ghost town,
There is only one thing, one thing.
One thing which still lives without a frown…

…Some say he bears no heart, and others; a soul,
Some say he was born half wolf,
And others, well, he’s just cold.
He lives upon the highest mountain,
Shadowing the valley low,
Above the clouds, he keeps the sky for himself,
And he lays, with the sun, and sky, in his hold.

Now, there’s a reason,
Why this man, is so selfish,
So avarice.
See, when he was just a child
He was bullied by the rest.
He was in love with a girl,
With blonde hair and sweet scented breasts,
And one day he stopped her,
Presented her his family’s crest.
But she was not obliged,
Nor impressed,
Oh no, she grabbed the treasure
From her neck,
And tossed it beyond the valley,
Then turning to him, she confessed-
‘The only time I’d ever love you,
Is when a sea of cloud covers the sky,
When the forests of green turn mud brown,
And when all love and happiness dies’.

He turned away, empty like a stone,
First thoughts were; not to go home,
He had to retrieve his family’s precious medallion
The one which pictured a pure white bred stallion.
He travelled for days, and weeks on end,
Crossing rivers, and streams, and attempted to blend
In with the crowd, because their rags for clothes and messy thick hair
Didn’t make them look the type who’d be willing to share,
Their goodwill or friendship with any old stranger
And because of this fact, our outsider felt danger,

Through times of strife, and nights alone,
Our outsider had reached the foot of his goal,
Now he would ascend toward the tip top mountain peak,
Where he would retrieve his medallion to keep.
When he got there, it wasn’t to be seen,
There was only an old man resting, and in talking, he didn’t seem keen.

The mis-en-scene was hazy, almost unreal,
This old man sitting still by his fire, on top of mount Eel
‘I’m wizard, a wizard, a wizard of song,
I like to make magic, and music, and song!’
‘There is no such thing as wizards,
Nor is there magic, I’m looking for my medallion though,
Have you managed to find it?’
With that the self proclaimed wizard produced a medallion,
Matching the outsider’s one with the stallion.
He blinked once, twice, three times to believe it,
But this crazy old fool made magic to believe in.
‘If you’re a sorcerer, or a fine one at that,
Then could you carry out, one more magical task?
It consists of a girl, who despises me,
And the thing I want, is for her to love me,
You see?’
With this the wise man astonished the boy,
He recited the words of the girl in a clever ploy.
He said ‘if I accomplish this fate twisting spell,
Then it’d be not only her, but you, and the world, who’d suffer as well.

Being naïve, and selfish, he simply didn’t care,
‘Just do it now, do it now, do it now, I swear..!’

The next thing he knew,
He was perched on top of mount Eel, there was no sign of the wise man.
It was like sitting on a solemn iceberg lost in a sea of cloud,
And he was the misfortuned captain, whose fate was questionable.
For because of his ignorant and lustful manner, he had caused the rest of the world to suffer. But he didn’t care, he had the sky, and the sun in his possession, almost as powerful as the almighty himself.
But one may question his possession of these things, over the possession of a truly loving woman.