Nursery Rhyme

Hello,

Tonight, I will completely make a nursery rhyme from scratch. I will try to rhyme a lot through this If I can, I use to do this with someone way back when, but haven't in a long time, and if they remember then that's just smile material.

So to that person, I dedicate this one to you.

Know

In a land not to far away at all, 

lived a small child who never really knew nothing at all. 

Through the nights and days they played anyway, 

Never caring about the world that would constantly lay. 

They never knew anything about who or what they were from

 And instead didn't question for they believed it be dumb. 

They lived their lives, one day at a time, 

Never carrying the worries like the guilt of  a crime. 

The world was in peace, and forever we knew, 

That no one could ruin it, not even the blues.

Until one day, the wicked drew near,

 And soon the others would petition to clear. 

Never before had so much time had passed

The wicked had begun their most evilest of tasks. 

Strangers and tide from distant sands,

 No longer remained far as they traveled the lands. 

Bringing with them little hope and cheer,

 They did nothing better than tear down the queer. 

The strange that is, the out-casted and shunned,

 For they are the ones who are forced run

Out of town, out of sight for no one can bear

 The witness to the wicked that can't seem to share.

The child weeps in all that it knows, 

Which remember is none and no one else shows. 

The child sees not of the woed and weak,

 The child sees hope when he stands on his feet. 

The child ran throughout all of the land,

 Reminding the world that it so possibly can. 

And with the words of a saint, the others returned,

 for the day was lost but the night remained theirs.

Back in the distance, The wicked retreated,

 Where it had to be saved, where it had to be treated. 

For the young child had won, but nobody cared,

 Because the young the child was stricken the strangest declared.

The small child was no boy nor girl, but a person of land

For the child knew the greatest secrets of man. 

They knew all, which was none,

 for the measure of know is simply one. 

One child, one story, one day told in time,  

One message, one song, one nursery rhyme.

I reused a lot of rhymes, but whatever, that shit's hard. I'm not even sure if that made sense, but it took me 30 minutes, and I'm happy with that.

I also want to say, that I'm honored to have Chris "Capades" Cady aka "Knight Ranger Jr." with me tonight, sharing the responsibilities. He's doing a damn, fine job.

Night, Nite, Knight,
Jarrad