“This story I have promised you. You must believe, is very true.
Our kin of the jinn speak of a crown To whom the world has finally bowed.” “What crown?” I bellow, loud as thunder. The children hide beside their mother. “You cannot speak such blasphemy. There’s just one Crown we know to be.” He holds his hands as if to say “I’d like to finish, if I may.” Although I feel myself enraged My temper, for now, remains assuaged. “The Crown belongs to the only One
Who we believe and know controls the sun, The moon, the planets, and all throughout It is His power. We do not doubt. It’s those other creatures, I’m sure you know, That have forgotten Him and let Him go They wander aimless in their lives Worship? They say there is no time. And so the One has shown His might Through a creature well beyond their sight. It’s nothing, they thought, just a troublesome blight. It will go away. It will be alright.
A cure, perhaps, will come to brew. For now, there’s nothing more to do. They cannot hope to trap its power And so they stay inside and cower.”
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