Atsuzen
05-18-2004, 08:30 AM
THE STORY OF A KING
Let go of your contempt for life
Surrender, retreat, withdraw your knife
Release your slaves, return their freedom
Bring back the peace, restore your kingdom
We would like to tell you a story
A tale of a man, a human being just like us
2 Amanah proudly presents
“The Story of a King”
Once lush and beautiful
With rolling lawns and snow-peaked mountains
Peaceful and undisturbed
Was a united kingdom
Through the wood folk would frolic
In the rivers fish would dance
Elders laughed as children sang
Happiness spread throughout the land
“And evil was but a myth.”
But darkness soon took over the joy
As a new king arose
A monster, a demon from hell, a spiteful creature
… a man
He caused pain and instilled fear
His words were poison, his actions were malice
The woods were in flames
In the rivers flowed blood
No longer did the children play games
But instead were enslaved and forced to work
Lost and fallen was a mighty empire
“And love was a part of history.”
(*Sound effects: war)
*“This is my land! I am king! You will all bow to me!”
“We will fight for our freedom! Do not let him triumph!”
“Ignorant fools! Guards, seize them!”
[wails and screams]*
War broke between the people and the king
Turning the once-glorious land into a lethal battlefield
Some people lay dying, some lay dead
Others were fighting to kill
While the rest fought to survive
Amidst the chaos, there was a soundless bloody cry of grief
The cry of death
A red sun rose high above the land
The land that had been spilled with crimson blood
Dead bodies lay sprawled across the ground
And children cried as they looked around
While soldiers held their defence with loyalty
Serving to ensure the king’s safety
The people fought with love, courage and hope on their side
To once and for all bring the darkness and despair to an end
The king swung his sword to and fro
Slaughtering anyone who dared defy him
As he laid his eyes upon his land
He filled the air with his menacing laugh
“Mwahahaha!”
But all of a sudden
He felt a deep, painful stab in his back
Blood oozed out of the wound
Soon gushing out like a waterfall
As he swung his sword helplessly, aimlessly
Unable to gather his strength as he could before
His knees gave way and he soon fell
Onto the solid ground
The king’s gaze fell upon his surroundings again
But this time, he saw it from a different point of view
No longer did he look at the people with hatred
Instead, he looked at them with love
Proud of their strength as one
His eyes then darted to a child, a little boy
Crying over his mother, who lay motionless, dead
A silent tear trickled down the king's face
As he knew that he was the one responsible
He had caused the child's anguish, the immeasurable sorrow
The white-hot pain began to set
As the king felt his emotions taking over
Searing his heart with guilt and regret
“*gasp* Your Highness! You’re wounded!”
“Quick! Bring him back to the castle!”
Slowly, the king shook his head, refusing to be aided
For he knew his actions could not be forgiven
“End the war and do what is right to restore peace.”
Glancing at his people for the last time
He drew his final breath and closed his eyes
Falling into a deep sleep, never to awake again
The king only saw his wrong
When it was too late
So friends, take heed
Do not fill your hearts
With anger, with greed, with jealousy, with pride
Let hope be your guide
And love be at your side
... how was it? My friend and I wrote this poem together. It's not a literal poem, but it's actually a poem written for Choral Speaking. Anyone heard of Choral Speaking?
Anyway, leave some comments, please!
Let go of your contempt for life
Surrender, retreat, withdraw your knife
Release your slaves, return their freedom
Bring back the peace, restore your kingdom
We would like to tell you a story
A tale of a man, a human being just like us
2 Amanah proudly presents
“The Story of a King”
Once lush and beautiful
With rolling lawns and snow-peaked mountains
Peaceful and undisturbed
Was a united kingdom
Through the wood folk would frolic
In the rivers fish would dance
Elders laughed as children sang
Happiness spread throughout the land
“And evil was but a myth.”
But darkness soon took over the joy
As a new king arose
A monster, a demon from hell, a spiteful creature
… a man
He caused pain and instilled fear
His words were poison, his actions were malice
The woods were in flames
In the rivers flowed blood
No longer did the children play games
But instead were enslaved and forced to work
Lost and fallen was a mighty empire
“And love was a part of history.”
(*Sound effects: war)
*“This is my land! I am king! You will all bow to me!”
“We will fight for our freedom! Do not let him triumph!”
“Ignorant fools! Guards, seize them!”
[wails and screams]*
War broke between the people and the king
Turning the once-glorious land into a lethal battlefield
Some people lay dying, some lay dead
Others were fighting to kill
While the rest fought to survive
Amidst the chaos, there was a soundless bloody cry of grief
The cry of death
A red sun rose high above the land
The land that had been spilled with crimson blood
Dead bodies lay sprawled across the ground
And children cried as they looked around
While soldiers held their defence with loyalty
Serving to ensure the king’s safety
The people fought with love, courage and hope on their side
To once and for all bring the darkness and despair to an end
The king swung his sword to and fro
Slaughtering anyone who dared defy him
As he laid his eyes upon his land
He filled the air with his menacing laugh
“Mwahahaha!”
But all of a sudden
He felt a deep, painful stab in his back
Blood oozed out of the wound
Soon gushing out like a waterfall
As he swung his sword helplessly, aimlessly
Unable to gather his strength as he could before
His knees gave way and he soon fell
Onto the solid ground
The king’s gaze fell upon his surroundings again
But this time, he saw it from a different point of view
No longer did he look at the people with hatred
Instead, he looked at them with love
Proud of their strength as one
His eyes then darted to a child, a little boy
Crying over his mother, who lay motionless, dead
A silent tear trickled down the king's face
As he knew that he was the one responsible
He had caused the child's anguish, the immeasurable sorrow
The white-hot pain began to set
As the king felt his emotions taking over
Searing his heart with guilt and regret
“*gasp* Your Highness! You’re wounded!”
“Quick! Bring him back to the castle!”
Slowly, the king shook his head, refusing to be aided
For he knew his actions could not be forgiven
“End the war and do what is right to restore peace.”
Glancing at his people for the last time
He drew his final breath and closed his eyes
Falling into a deep sleep, never to awake again
The king only saw his wrong
When it was too late
So friends, take heed
Do not fill your hearts
With anger, with greed, with jealousy, with pride
Let hope be your guide
And love be at your side
... how was it? My friend and I wrote this poem together. It's not a literal poem, but it's actually a poem written for Choral Speaking. Anyone heard of Choral Speaking?
Anyway, leave some comments, please!