And then he gave me a most wry grin, "By the land then shall you fight, where desperation thrives and lies take flight." Then I was carried away by sin.
And from the land there rose a tree, Both lovely and terrifing to see. From it's braches, waving slowly, I knew were things meant for me.
Out from the branches came a lady in white. Her hair was brighter then the sunlight. With a voice like a trumpet and with a wave of her hand, She gave to the man...this command, "This trial you've past. You are ready to begin. A new journey lies in wait for you across the Valley of Zin."
The man chose to cross the sand and soon approached the Valley of Zin, Which was huge trench in the land. in which he ran with a bottle of Gin
Traversing the barren waste, The Gin became the first sin. All he wanted was a taste, Only to wither away within.
Then he realised it harmed his soul, For he no longer felt so good, His happy world has now turned dull, He would turn time back if he could.
But it occurred just then to him That t’wasn’t just filling to the brim with gin That suddenly found him down He wasn’t going to croak with gin in his throat His chords hummed quite chronic like a philharmonic Now that he found some tonic
Notes that rang through out air, Weaving words with melodies fair. A song he sung to banish despair, And gave him the strength to dare. The song kept weaving, twisting, ringing, Till on the air to him they are bringing, A wonder to behold this blackened evening. A Maiden fair with her heart a-beating. His solitude now finally fulfilled, He sets to his family to build. But his curse.... For his child it will become worse.
But his son is happy go lucky stuck where he must be was not in the plan Nothing is worse then the cursed birth of the son of a less cursed man It even pains the writer to bound chains to this fighter that don't understand that his plans to bail and soon set sail will fall short and buried in sand
