A Battle of the Ages

J. Paul Casey, Ed J. Yonchik, Michael B. Coombs, Adam D. Beynon

Come listen to this tale, gather ‘round
I’ll read from a book I’ve found
Story of a king named Tiberius
This tale is quite serious
The king and his queen
Felt life was so serene
But it was on this night
Find they were wrong, they just might
For they didn’t know there was a knight
Which with the king, he wanted to fight
And in the dark, his thoughts so vile
Thinking of the king’s body, he wished to defile
He spoke aloud, about his plan
As if there was a crowd, listening to this man
But little did the knight know
There was someone outside his window
Listening to the words he spoke
Not knowing what to think of this bloke
But back to Tiberius, our king
A man so lovely, who liked to sing,
His beautiful voice rang throughout the land
From far and wide, they’d come to hear this grand
King who ruled over them all
And did I mention he was tall?
Ten davula’s high he was
I’m telling you this because
His height was something of which he would boast
It was known upon every coast
For it was because of his height
“That I want to kill him,” said the knight
“For his height and his voice
Do not make me rejoice.”
What silly things for which he wanted to kill
I would love to tell you he did it for the thrill
But sadly it was jealousy that consumed his soul
Where his heart should have been, there was only a hole
And as quick as he began to speak
He dashed off to prove he wasn’t weak
The man outside the window thought
“Tell someone is what I ought
To do so he’ll be protected
Because this knight has defected
Evil he has given in to”
He wanted to assist in the king’s rescue
“Kill the king he can’t
Because I’ll make him trip over a plant!”
At that moment he cast a spell
And the evil man fell
Over a plant which suddenly appeared
He looked and thought the situation was weird
“How did this plant arrive in my chamber?
This situation keeps becoming stranger.
Now off I go to find the king
And kill him because he can sing
So beautifully. This man’s notes ring
So glorious it puts the birds to shame.”
Now you may think I’m getting lame
But because of this, they all know his name.
This story of Tiberius
Is becoming quite curious
You my not understand the reason
But just as change comes every season
There is a purpose for this treason
And it was
Because
Of this king’s seisin.
“The land, his voice, and height
Will make me kill him tonight!”
Now the king knew none of this
He continued with peaceful bliss
Then the window-dweller arrived so fearful
Tiberius asked why he was tearful.
“Alas my king, I have bad news
Now everyone knows, I hate to accuse
But I heard a man threaten you with death
He wants you to take your last breath!”
The king was shocked at this accusation
This was no time for jubilation
“Let us not procrastinate
As we must retaliate
And when the deed is done, we celebrate!”
So the king gathered all his men
“We must go to this man’s den
And while he’s sleeping in his bed
We will attack and take his head!
Hang it high
From morning to nigh.”
“But my king you cannot!
For he already has his plot
On his way here, he is!
We must go warn your wife Liz!”
Of course he meant Lady Elizabeth
The one who knew not of this death
Threat against her husband she held so dear
Had she known, she would live in fear
Until his triumphant return to the thrown
And devastated if need be a tombstone.
“We shall tell her not
For we ought
Not worry my love with such frivolous things
And if this to her attention anyone brings
They are sure to face a painful demise.”
All knew he was serious by the look in his eyes.
“Then off we go to kill this rebel!”
And after much push and pull
They left to attack this scallywag
On their arrival he threw a white flag
But they did not believe this man
This must’ve been part of his plan
Tiberius asked this man “Why?”
He answered, “I wish to live and not to die.
I still wish you dead dear king
Because of the beauty when you sing.”
“A foolish man you are Albion
As this battle between us has continued for aeons.”
Many looked and wondered how could this be
But only they knew their battle lasted for centuries.
Their spirits reborn to battle for power
While moment by moment, hour by hour
They plan retaliation
For control of their nation.
The battle ensues no winner declared
As it’s forever, neither faired
So be cautious to with whom you argue
I close the book now and bid you adieu.