Magic Beans
The haggard white bearded man pressed the beans into my
palm
Firmly folding my hand over them with a Fatherly squeeze
And with a Wizards twinkle in his bloodshot eyes he quietly pleads
"Take my son, to a secluded place of your choosing and listen,
For only in solitude will the beans speak to you,
And once spoken your destiny shall be revealed."
I softly placed the beans into my leather sac, hanging from my neck
And began my trek,to a place only known to me
A placed Ive envisioned since I was three
I was half way down from the mountain top
Sitting in a small cleft within solid rock, Anticipation,
Fear, consumed my thoughts, and there I waited days
And the beans spoke not.
My mental state decayed, my body frame lean
Wasting away for a bunch of beans.
" A lie, " I screamed, " oh what a fool I be,
Believing my destiny within these beans.'
I'm to weak to descend now, my body so frail
I eat the beans as sustenance so I will not fail
It seems days I sleep, I know not how long
I awake in a valley so far from home
Streets are paved in gold, there's fruit on every tree
People pass me by , They all are bowing to me
So confused from my state, perhaps still I dream
Then a maiden takes my hand,
She says, " Come my King"
I'm lead to a castle, stretching to the stars
And inside there's a throne with and emerald sheen
A throng of thousands shout , "Hail to the King",
They place a crown on my head ,
They dance and sing.
The maiden sits next to me, crowned as my Queen,
And this my destiny, from a bunch of beans
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