Deep in the valley of Altein,
beyond the watershed, the
caves and the woods,
lived a soul named Emerain.
And what a peculiar fellow
he was.
As he walked down the
trail,
every day he would sing,
“As I toil tooth and nail,
the veil will prevail in
its majesty!”
The local townsfolk
inquirèd,
Although to no avail,
As he continued undeterèd.
“What a peculiar fellow!”
they said.
‘Twas the eve of the 4th
of October,
as the folk gathered
‘round, the town crier spoke,
“Tomorrow will be the arrival
of the Duke of Rober!”
They erupted into cheers unaware of what was to come…
On the 5th of
October, as it struck noon,
And residents gathered on
the high street,
Expecting the stagecoach to
come soon,
Instead they say Emerain in
his rugged brown cloak.
“The Duke has passed!”
“Passed into the new land!”
In shock and horror, the
townsmen all gasped,
“Treason! How could you?
You shall be hung!”
In no sooner than a day,
They gathered ‘round again.
As the noose was applied
for him to pay,
He yelled, “The veil shall
prevail!”
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