Ballad Iii Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

This is a tale,
Which name is Ballad: the pale.
Of a hunter and his son who
Dwelt together till death fooled:

The sage had called the boy a-day,
To recite an epic of the old.
Before the sun was led astray,
And the weeping cloud, had the earth sold.

Then he along his son ran In,
Girded their abode with safety,
Ran straightly into the Inn,
For the wind went to say to the weeping cloud 'sorry'.

And as the man pushed forth the son in a guide,
He slipped off and his sole fumbled
On the coarse plank which hide
The earth from the *doubled.

As he did, his breath came out of him,
Observing if it could return to his abode.
But when he saw death seating opposite him,
He left for his permanent abode.

And the lad wailed for his father,
He alone to challenge the larder: life,
Whether to bear him also yonder,
Or serve him meals without strife.
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