Junkyard

16/10/2020

If all you seek is treasure and wealth

Why not sail seven seas to China?

Heaven may have more gold

Than those in the earth.

If you wish to seek the Queen

First what must be done is easy:

Do a deed worth God's eyes.

Worth even your true name

That you had stolen to boast.

Then she will surely find you.

Here says the spoken story,

Which I know not of more.

A deed? Only one?

I had done many lately

And here came I for short rest.

Oh?

Then there must great reason

You were boasting about earlier.

Let me hear it.

My tale begins in a marketplace,

Where I had a mission from the living Duke.

I had traversed not far this bustling

When I met a young lass of foreignness.

She showed me a magic trick

That I watched with amuse

And gave her coin when she finished.

Both blind and mute, yet she refused.

Asked me instead to join her quest

In travel to Old Wyrm's Woods,

Where dangers such Deathly as He Himself

Would wish not to encounter.

This girl claimed she'd left a penny there

What it's import, I could not fathom

But a child's plea, I could not ignore--

Now, I have encountered many places

In my travels and works for the dukes,

But have yet seen nor heard what she said

And all that she'd described as monsters

May just be creative imaginations

That a child's mind sometimes conjure.

Don't call me small minded,