Till the End of Eternity

The sacred tree

Was set ablaze,

Yet it did not burn;

The wizard watched--dumbfounded, furious, and crazed.


“Oh, why must greed drive you

To do such evil deeds?

You’ll ne’er obtain this precious tree

That was once a little seed.


Your malice won’t consume us;

It shall yield to what’s pure and kind;

No matter what you try,

Love will always bind


This oak and me together

Till the end of eternity;

No matter how potent your powers,

We’ll prevail!” said Charity.

The End

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