Part 1
Out and about just walking around
when the villagers are greeted with an unfamiliar sound
I come to them as a strange orator
and play my part of a familiar narrator
come around and hear 'bout my travels
hear the tale that henceforth unravells
Tales from afar wash to this shore
and they sing of great glories
A legendary Ennead of great warriors is the lore
Or so are the stories
Warriors reflecting benevolence
And dripping bravery
Theirs heads held up high with pride
Inspiring little ones with each stride
Stories like these are often remembered as life continues
One such story says of their sanctuary in her sanctum
and one such story tells of their allegiance to no king but a kingdom
A kingdom whose name though forgotten
Still shines like a specter in the books and songs
A kingdom who’s glimpse is craved by historians
And whose searches claim many a vagrant
A kingdom so conveniently named Utopia
Peace flowered in everyone’s gardens
As that was the time when the Ennead stood
But now are the times of the black star
Because the light that once stood has now fallen.
