A tale of a boy and a ring.
Long before now, within a forgotten era
of humanity lived son and father that searched
all throughout the town square for bread, olives, and cheese.
The son lagged and preferred to roam aimlessly, rapt
in complete awe, amazed at unique, strange antiques.
What did catch his eye first was a glistening sheen.
A lone diamond upon a plain band of white-gold.
He approached the old man and inquired of the jewel
then the shopkeeper said It’s one hundred gold coins.
He returned to the square and he sought for his dad
and he asked if he’d have that one ring in the shop.
Such desire plagues the soul, tis but metal and fire,
one cannot live a life on just rock from the mines.
Somewhere deep in the mind and recesses of thought
of his son was alit with the burn of desire.
It remained long within his young heart, all along
while he trained both in school and in arms. Quick the moon
would encircle the earth and the seasons would pass.
Time would race by the lad while he fought with his last
bit of might to attain the high stature of knight,
as he scratched pen in pad never falling from class.
Now at last was his day, when he passed all that lay
in has path to impede of his way to a place
on the fields, clothed in gear and the armor of past
men and kings. Now at last he would be named a knight.
And in battle he slayed all fell beasts, all opposed
to his King and his State. Soon the knight was a lead
of a thousand good men. But the greed and the lust
of the ring it did grow and devoured his soul.
So he roused his armed crowd to invade his own town
and become the new lead of the State.