Let’s take a journey into the past everyone…
This is a story about the Getzumians
and it’s about the Island of the Past Warriors
please don’t anyone tell of this story
I’m not here to bore you all
nobody should ever speak of this again
for it is a story that I got to get out
aching me too much as it’s a wonderful story
so, please keep this story to yourselves
In the beginning, there was a little boy that spoke out
to a world that was of which at war
he said, “they’ve mistreated us for too long
and all of them shall be cursed
the Island of the Past Warriors shall be warned
and if ye don’t believe in this shall perish”
This little boy became of the legendary Past Warriors
he didn’t want anyone to be misspoken
as it’ll be named thus Getzumia – a warzone
because of the wars going on are getting far worse
it’ll become the little boy of the goodness of his New World
but sadly he just couldn’t do it alone
because of a reason, you all know
that you’ll be forewarned of to be cursed
For it is every living creature; no matter of its size
it should become in the eyes of our Past Warriors
and you won’t be forewarned anymore
because of this little boy’s greatness in their eyes
and no one shall be forewarned of their deaths
to ye who shall all be alive and healthy
as a Past Warriors, this little boy was
he always did know that their rules were not
And thus this little boy slept the night away
only to wake up due to him having strange dreams
so, he slept once more
while in his dreams, there was a bad thing
as this little boy woke again and was frightened
so, he said, “My Past Warriors, is it you?
I’m on these grounds to forewarn those who’ll break rules
and these rules shouldn’t be broken
for it’ll be a death wish to somebody”
Then, he slept once again so peacefully
and he woke up as morning peaked the day
this boy was covered head-to-toe in blood
for it was unclear how he was covered in it
it was the goodness of his Past Warriors warning him
so, that he shall become once again better in their eyes
mysteriously, it was there on the boy’s body
but it wasn’t such a mystery to this boy at all
The day was good for this little boy
so, as he rinsed his body clean
for there weren’t any blood stains
in his silky-white covered shirt
it is the story of the Past Warriors
for it cannot be mistaken again
as it wasn’t his fault at all
as it was unusual for a sign of delightfulness
As the night came at dusk
and as this boy’s dream came back from the other night
it was overthrowing his self-consciousness
violently he’s been having the nightmare of the Past Warriors
forewarning him never to speak of these rules again
for it is the sacredness of these rules
and he couldn’t ever speak of them again
so, this nightfall wasn’t his for the rest
And so, thus it is called Getzumia
the island that’s sacred to the past people
for he couldn’t ever speak about it again
as it’ll be his death
as you may all know it’s just a story
because of this, you do know it isn’t real
Getzumia is just a fib of our imaginations
so, please don’t take this story I speak of for real
Poetry
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This was so interesting! Thanks for sharing!