Far away in the mountains, where wars can' t reach
And the saints don't preach where people do themselves teach
A farmer and his family spend their evening on their lawn
Playin in the lawn is a girl with golden tresses
Who looking at the starry skies with her glittering eyes asks looking witty
" Daddy is it God who painted the sky so pretty"
The farmer laughs with naught any stresses
"Yea little Liz, that's right my lovely lass"
But couldn't help but think they be shattered dreams of glass
The farmers wife, she sighs" if only it could make the hunger pass"
"What's the use of such starry keep,
When little Liz's belly growls in sleep"
"Jane my dear, use it is to those in the king's keep"
" and't those who do our benefits reap"
"How can God be such cruel to let us live this misery
Whilst such joyful lives do they have, the people in golden livery"
"Aye, only on the surface that be true my love
Whilst we worry of God's love and wrath
The men of the keep they worry of waking to nightmares of bloodbath,
So Jane my love no need to be jealous thereof"
" surely do you jest, as if you'd lived a king' s life"
Aye the farmer sighs " just enjoy the sea of stars my comely wife"
" isn't it enough that I love you and you love me and we can see little Liz grow up with naught a strife"
" Aye John we be livin a good life"
And so a smile did grace John's handsome face
A smile't was full of a melancholic grace
For John was once a prince one that was' t be a king
And also one whose fate did his brother wring
And now he lives his good life
One with goodness and simplicity rife
Whilst his brother lives through strife
And so they wait to meet in the afterlife
A place where there'd be no strife...
~ shadownik
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