Tale of the Book

The book contained their history— Years of servitude and plenitude, Years of gloom and bloom, Years of darkness and redemption. They were bound by the chains of the unknown, Seeds of anguish were strangely sown. The land was the footstool of malevolent spirits, An enigma blanketed it. It was a battle of the seen and unseen, A war against malicious forces, The sages searched deeply for answers, Sojourning to secret chambers for redemption. Hope gradually wore thin, And the courage of valiant hearts began to fray, Their steadfast minds were steadily pierced by defeat rays, As a deluge of recalcitrant assailants descended upon them. A rebirth came with the arrival of the sages, The spirits of the forest were summoned, They joined forces with the elements of goodwill And defeated the malevolent spirits, Chasing them to the abyss of nothingness. Pride filled the heart of the new ruler, Who boasted of the sovereignty of his reign, He disdained the Divine and the watchers, But one day, darkness suddenly pervaded his palace. He was gone, and so was the book. February 3, 2025.