My Home, Oh Trearsure Gold

Oh Trearsure Gold,    

This place we live in.

Special from rocks we hold,

That made everyone listen.

The kids will play,

And the parents would hunt.

We would relax and lay,

No need to confront.

But others didnt care,

Even of little Daran.

They thought it wasn't fair,

We were just barbaran.

They grabbed their pitch forks,

And they set fire.

To pieces of Oaks,

And lifted them higher.

The kids would scream,

'Where mommy and daddy.'

They answered with a lie,

No need to be worried.

Oh Trearsure Gold,

We will miss you.

Not because you glow,

But because you brought us a home.

Oh Trearsure Gold,

When we come to vist.

I still see foot steps,

and dolls that would revist.

Oh Trearsure Gold,

You will be missed.

Because the ones who hurt you,

Have been dismissed.

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The Story

*Trearsure Gold is a village that struck gold. It had made their village survive. They sold them for food and became rich. But other grew jealous and thought the people were worthless and that they didnt deserve it. So they burned down their homes and stole their gold. Everyone died at their riot, even the children. But the one who survied was little Daran, who grew to be a powerful man and punished the ones who killed his home.

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Sorry if it didnt make sense or anything, just tell me the part you didnt understand and I will edit it. BTW, I made this up. This isnt a true story. :P