To walk in search of warmth and tales a man,
the head of a business, with a woman,
who was a knight for rights along her life.
They met along a low-life that a wife’s
Tale told about a place of cheating love.
A soldier came that heard the tale of love
Insulted he was and for justice he asked.
Agreed them all and so the head was tasked
to tell a moral tale. By them he was
soon pushed to start this thoughtful tale. Because
to them he was unknown, about himself
he talked, about his greed and vicious self.
When done, his tale, he begun. About three men,
Who were then leading all of the tradesmen.
Long ago while drowning in excess and
Vice the three news heard that a friend a grand
end had by deaths hand. Enraged by this they
set out to kill this death. Then they said “hey”
to a tired elder who passed by, “we
need to find a certain death, old shabby
man, do you know of his whereabouts?” He
answered, “why young lad, for him I simply
wait, but if you wish to find him, that tree!
Underneath it he usually rests”. So
They set out to end this death an also,
make him for his crimes pay. Under the tree
a sac full of cash they found. The bulky
bills they decided not to deposit
until the night, when accountants don’t sit,
instead they party and drink as will soon
they. To do this they sent the youngest one
for food and ale for their greedy bastion.
One in town the young one found some poison
From his job and with it defiled some
meals for his bros. Meanwhile, the two, gruesome
Like gangsters of old, plotted machine guns.
When the friends met again the bang of guns
Made the youth’s blood flow with the poisoned ale
Since they all met death it was not all failed.
Still, it was greed that caught them, just like I
Will be caught by my own varied dark lies.
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