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Let me tell you a fable

A preternatural parable

Of a precinct land

Owned by a proprietor

Of uncharitable nature

Of ludicrous behavior

And insipid character

Sated with goods

With a profusion of gold

Guarded by a condor

Seated on a niche

Here comes a damsel

Bedizened in white

A beauty of which

The world scarcely sights

In the land of the proud proprietor

Seeing the beauty in his land

The coquetry patrimony of the landlord

Rises in ethereal manner

Complaining to the damsel

That she profaned his very land

Thus she must make her amends

In accepting his evil dalliance

The damsel smiled with eyes

Which sparkles even in daylight

Told the landlord

She saw nothing

But, a diminutive land of veritable downfall

Not happy with the quintessence

Construed by the damsel

The landlord perspicaciously

Descanted the threats

In delineation towards her

The lady smiled in wane

But with vigor charm

Pointing to the landlord

With a riveting malediction

The landlord in trepidation

Can't refrain the falling anomalies

Found himself enshrined

Into the falling cornices

Of the luxurious hoards

The condor sat still calm

Watching the inevitable annihilation

As the damsel walks on

Leaving the vestiges behind.

That was just riveting. I literally felt everything happening before my eyes. Amazing.

SA wrote: "That was just riveting. I literally felt everything happening before my eyes. Amazing."
Ty :)