WSJ: I had to do a poetry notebook, and the theme I chose was ancient Egypt. :p For the narrative poem I had to do, I decided to choose a very familiar story and set it to rhyme...
Slight modifications to the plot by Ebony Kuroneko.
Don't own YGO. Just my crappy rhyme scheme.
Note: The name of the village is Kuru-Eruna if you read the kanji literally. However, you would pronounce it as Kru-Elna. And, since pronunciation is very important in a poem, I am writing it phoneticly instead of literally. Just thought I'd mention....
In the land of the Nile (so the storytellers say)
There lived in Kru-Elna a boy with no remembered name,
But his village full of thieves brought all of Egypt-land to shame.
The little boy was raised there, and he knew no other way,
But the village people fought to keep the pharaoh's guards at bay.
When the thieving village finally knew that they could run no longer,
They sent the little boy away lest he find the sword much stronger.
The orphaned boy escaped his death but did not escape the pain,
And he swore from that day forward he would be the pharaoh's bane.
He saw Kru-Elna as innocent and now all were dead and gone,
He saw it as the pharaoh's fault though dusk and every dawn.
He became a criminal, the pharaoh's bane indeed.
For many, many years he could be neither caught nor ki'ed.
Pharaoh grew to hate him, as he hated pharaoh,
And he finally stormed the palace in one final act of show.
He was struck down by an arrow, he fell at pharaoh's feet,
But not before he threw a knife in Egypt's blazing heat.
And as pharaoh fell beside him on the floor of cold hard stone,
The thief found himself staring at a face no older than his own.
Then the thief-boy saw the truth, and heavy was his heart.
In his people's slaughter, this king had played no part.
It was this pharaoh's father, buried and long dead,
And now his son would pay wicked deeds with innocent life instead.
As the thief-boy's vision dimmed and his body writhed in pain,
He wished there was another way than two lives lived in vain.