The
dark lord hides
The
castle of shadows loom
The
creaking sound of footsteps
He
closes his ears and mind
His
dull knights
Going
after the peasants
Asking
them to pay taxes
The
poor souls cry and beg
“We
have nothing left, Sirs
Don't
you see what is happening?
The
constant harassment
It
brings us poorer”
The
dull knights laugh
“Peasants!
It isn't our concerned
You
are ordered to pay now
Else
we put our lances into your heart!”
The
group peasants gathered
They
don't like the dull knights
Though
they are afraid
But
common ground makes them strong
“You
don't come nearer Sir knights
We
have no money or gold to give
What
else you still want from us?
We
are suffering can't you see?”
The
dull knights laugh
“It
isn't our concerned peasants!
Time
we come to collect your dues
There
is nothing you could do”
The
dark lord walks to the window
Straining
his eyes he looks to the commotion
Peasants
and his knights staring at each other
“Let
the peasants be!”
The
dull knights galloped away
Evil
eyes piercing the peasants
“We
will come back
You
can't escape our watch”
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