Bequeathed

With the weight of wondrous wealth and worship neatly nestled in her corporal cavity unexpectedly, this eager expecting dame lifting her humble hand in search of clarity seeps through the cracks of your decorative doorframe proclaiming your holy name, she wearily wanders in, her innocuous infant blissfully bequeathed in your home giving birth to your kingdom’s gemstone Dutifully destined for divinity from infancy his devotion soared like scintillating symphonies melodically proselytizing the word his actions; the bedrock of his alluring anthem caressing his speech harmoniously and so they see, envy, and seethe the enemies brushed by jealousy and cannot believe that these prophecies are carefully questioning their authority their prosperity, now in a noose sordidly squeezed by the boy to atone for their atrocities But their progeny, ceremoniously slit by a sword floored by the grace of what they heard a revered yet reserved sprout spouting verity in every word disturbed, yet utterly perplexed incensed, the descendants deliberately descend into damning disbelief in fear, falling on their father’s forgone fallacies malice creeps, these fiends furnished their fumbling fortress with obscenity and now these thieves with stolen gold, gravely grieve and frantically flee mortified by this ethereal effigy