Treasure upon a HighTower
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Treasure… Treasure… upon a HighTower
Aussie burning brightly like the sunniest sunflower
And as for the tower clock
It goes tick and clicks and tock upon each timely hour.
Treasure… Treasure… Upon a HighTower
Commands the infernal souls to cower
For nothing so sublime in the sands of time
has shone with ruth like the treasure of truth upon this highest tower.
Everything sorrow and everything sour,
This monumentous dragonet does devour.
A sudden! An olden,
majestic, giant golden
eagle perches A top this highest tower
Like a Venetian gargoyle, knight-like, royal,
crafted of the finest ore in the deepest soil,
Each eye could tell if a feather fell
(a mile away) into a
of the blackest oil
The bladed beak was a vicious shell
to tear apart, destroy, and quell
its enemies into tin foil.
A rain storm came, merciful and tame
Upon this Highest Tower.
As the crystal drops of confidence mingle,
the eagle felt every single,
Tangible enchanted tingle
Energize him with some hidden power.
A Golden egg sat in the “hornet’s nest”
the highly guarded treasure chest
Made of the boldest and the best
Branches of a wondrous olive tree
Beneath its golden shell,
was a future tale to tell,
the greatest time to dwell,
In a land where man shall all live free.
Up high was a birds feathers
sheltering the egg from stormy weathers,
the nest harder than the hardest leathers,
like a sword’s protective sheath.
Down below was a lake once bloody,
Rocks once full of slime-once muddy,
and the bushes once burned and turned cruddy
as did everything else beneath.
Once upon, or twice upon, or infinitely enticed upon
A time long ago or so the cliché would say…
Before the happily ever after…or the ghost of spoken laughter,
This tower was a turret to send enemies to the hereafter.
A memory of war came upon the protagonist,
Time, like online gaming, was “so-lagged-in-this”
Everlasting battle,
with the pounding of metal,
the slaying of people like cattle,
yet the eagle touched no flower petal
So as not to make the wrong much “wronger.”
Suddenly a feeling exploded, then grew very still,
then shot, and recoiled until,
it echoed again much stronger.
The eagle eyes scanned and mowed the watery lawn,
but close to birth of the sparkling dawn,
the eagle could not hold on…
much longer.
He chucked a pebble in this tiny ocean,
set the moonlit waves in motion,
warning any passerby of doom.
Agitating the lake with a peaceful violence,
widely narrowing echo of silence,
capable of a super sonic boom.
An echo starting as little ripples,
touches the Mercury shores in doubles, triples,
turning over trees in its path to cripples—
the forest becomes a natural tomb.
The eagle marveled with wonder eyes
At the sickening surprise
A horrid, phat, a horrible cat,
burning with fiery eyes.
With a mane ablaze, it was such a pity,
A symbolic sum of every sinful city
Many a soul are scathed from the lion’s black light aura,
As if it emanated from the suns aurora
No one trainer could quite adore a
demonic graveyard kitty.
A distance from bell’s knells,
techno cloned human cells,
or the snipe’s shore of emptyshells,
the bird aimed its optical carousels
at the stalking graveyard kitty.
Before the kitty could roll death’s die,
the eagle spake with a voice that pierced the sky:
“Your dark ways burn me cold
disturbs mine eyes of gold”
In that dead of night,
Under the full moon light
The bird burned bright
His “hardest hue to hold.”
Though it felt a little bitten,
replied the lion-like kitten:
“An inferno will replace your tower
you will meet your final hour
That egg shell today shall break
This treasure is mine to take”
With dread
the eagle said:
“I am not cold, like bony marrow,
nor like the substance of a golden pharaoh
if you unleash each fiery arrow
you will not hit my progeny..
In the egg, there’s a future ruler who’s just and fair,
And his fairest son his finest heir,
To rule a silver valley where,
There’s no racism or misogyny.”
“With out the gleaming talons, I fight, and without a fiery breath,
Come against me, come what may, ‘Give me liberty or give me death.’”
Flying backwards and far away
Faded of each glory-day
Sitting in the moonlight chair was (not a bird of prey)
(But) a bird of power.
Up above the dead still lake
The eagle eyed the cat-like drake
While shining with a glistening blake
Above this Highest Tower.
The Liondrake unlocked his jaws
Stretched himself out on his shadowy paws
In stalking positions, his eyes glared on top of interior saws
Betwixt these canines was a black ball of fury, a blackened star ‘twas.
The dark sphere of death instantly detonated,
Towards the eagle ran a shadow, a hollow ray,
Just a few seconds before being annihilated,
The eagle encased himself in a golden shield
For the only thing he had in his ammunition tray
Was a breath of gold, gold he’d gladly wield.
Then the kitten ignited his fiery mane
And turned the revolver in his brain
Played Russian roulette with his manes’ black fire
Pieces of darkness detaching as sparrow rising high and higher.
The Sparrows, flying, formed in the sky a sinister skull
Painting the echoing night like a ghost ship’s ghastly hull
Downwards burned the birds, like pieces of carded wool
Their fire lit the sky day bright, even though the moon was full.
Spinning went each evil sparrow,
Each cauldron bubbling fiery arrow.
Each blackest bird was trailed by whitest fire
Spiraling behind, leaving traces sapphire.
The first Sparrow torpedo came with lightning speed
Parting the waves with its tree of greed
Forming a tunnel of water indeed
As it skimmed the lake with creedless creed.
Approaching in an instant was this mini phoenix
Its fiery tail a twirling trail of an inferno double helix
The eagle watched with eagle eyes
And breathed his golden breath
The sparrow stops right where it flies
And dies a golden phrozen death
The other sparrows swiftly follow
A golden wall appeared without a sound
Each sparrow passing through became gold and hollow
And broke into nuggets upon the ground.
The graveyard kitty burned in a rage
His mane reached another fire phase
The forest around him became a night cage
As each tree was ablaze.
The feline eyes turned into a yellow void,
He was deeply mad, annoyed
Two dragon missiles were weeped out, deployed
To have the eagle dead, destroyed.
Like lightning came the burning dragon missiles
Flying past the eagle, he’d still hear their thunder whistles.
Then came back around like seekers seeking gold
These homing projectiles roared, but the eagle was dead-set bold.
Stretching each wing out to its sides
And curving them like blades
He spun upside down and cunningly divides
Each missile in half as each explodes and fades.
The kitten was too shocked to speak
Instead he stuck out his fire tail
And rose it to its peak,
Expanding a deadly dark mirror
To a gigantic scale.
The mirror mirrored the dragon of humanity
And tyrannic faces did appear
Hitler, Jones, Tito, Mallaso, Aira, Wib, Saud
And other pharaohs of insanity
Were just a few made clear.
Then came war scenes, uncensored and obscene:
:Tanks fired on stone wielders:Abusers ruled the jail:
:Bullets rained, geysers opened, and there was Torpedo hail:
The eagle could not bear it,
He believed in peace
He flew towards the shadow mirror
And said beneath his golden fleece:
“Despite the great unknown I bravely devise
To reap, rid, and reveal this wondrous device.”
As the kitten beheld with fiery eyes.
A jet streamed beak has punched the ice.
!Craaaaash!
Blown to bits all lost n’ scattered
Twice as hard as ice..that had not mattered
The deep and evil mirror had cracked and shattered
As the whistling wind blew to and fro.
The next event had no match for words—
The most valiant of the flying birds
Went spiraling as it plunged towards
The great vast lake below.
An echo ripple appeared in the lake
A droplet boimped up like a child who just spat
Disappeared was the bird, all shiny and blake.
The End. That was that.
Not a millisecond traversed the earth
When suddenly as the cat rose its head,
It wimpered as if domesticated from birth
and its heart stopped dead.
When the cat was still falling down
A golden echo flashed from the lake
Like an invisible booming sound
Turning the ground a golden cake.
The fire trees cease to burn
but their fiery shapes still stood
and they became gold like the cat that ceased to yearn
was now gold and deprived of livelihood.
No longer was it a hollow night
Daybreak brought the morning, the sunny dawn
Gold rained from the sky and shone the forest bright
Every thing was gold that the rain fell down upon.
Epiphany froze time into a speck of dust
A speck in the sand of a glass that tells the hour
A gleaming wind of golden crust
Crept up the
Treasure Treasure upon the HighTower
Awaits to feed the egg on waking hour.
One day there will be men of power
Descending this highest tower.
As the sun shone on the golden egg
And the day sat on his bent back
Yawning as he stretched his leg
Suddenly, on the egg appeared the sharpest CRACK!
Treasure… Treasure… upon the HighTower
Was ready for this waking hour.
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