purplenoir

There was a monk in the wastelands of Greece He traveled the world and spread the message of peace He claimed to have learnt it from the Temple of Light Even the mightiest shall bow to him on sight

It happened while he was crossing the village of Pine Where he saw the people crying in terror and fright He went to them to discern their plight It was a tiger troubling them every day and night

Let me be the tool to solve your problem He said, I just wish to see their faces blossom The animal for sure is amiable by nature But it's our own human ways that it can't fathom

Look straight in the eyes and talk the language of love And the blessings shall shower from heaven and above That's all there is to the art of making peace he said The seemingly hostile animal shall embrace the dove

It was the moment of truth, he stood against the creature A scream from the back caught the attention of the preacher The signal of annihilation indeed, from its beloved keeper Unfortunately reckoned by the villagers as a call to the Reaper

Clutching his head by her mouth, she walked all around with grace The villagers made merry as the blood dripped off his face It was evident that they all knew he was so full of junk And in the end, everybody had their piece of the Monk