There and Back
Again.
Stories are passed down,
Of Lands Far Away.
Abounding Witches so Cruel,
And easily deceived Kings.
Atop Queens unsure of their Beauty.
Lands where frogs sprout to Princes,
Princess’
are locked in high towers,
And Giants abide in the vast Skies.
Lands
where elves and reindeer toil,
Under the weight of a jolly Santa.
Where Half men dance,
As
war over Rings lingers heftily.
Where Evil never sleeps,
And just when Evil seems to win,
Good lands in a late one.
Lands
where, no matter what,
The Good never stop fighting,
And Evil likewise never ceases.
That regardless of what comes between them,
The Two always remain at loggerheads.
To ensure the balance in the world.
We see lands blessed abundantly,
By generous Mother Nature.
Turned destitute by Greed and Dark Spirits.
We see the innocent framed and hunted,
For mistakes not their own…
We see Justice prevail at the last page,
And sometimes we don’t realize…
That the crooks bide their time,
And wait till complacency settles…
Before
they wreak their havoc,
In
stupendous doses.
But see these wise storytellers of old,
Never
did leave a mound of doubt.
That sometimes life is as straightforward as it comes.
No complexity, no jargon;
Just
pure unrivalled fate;
Speeding towards one destination,
Regardless of wants, needs or pleas.
And that come the end of the day,
Life had some sort of order to it.
Hopefully.
~M.Babu~