Sunlight poured into the quiet valley,
A cool gentle breeze filled the air.
The grass swayed almost rhythmically,
As children danced and sung in the light.

A peacefull village nestled here,
With a watermill at the river,
And a church upon the middle hill,
A perfect place of wonder.

But still something about this place,
Made the onlooker nervous.
The buildings were placed just so,
And then there was the mayor...

Everyone listens to the mayor,
And it was as if he saw all here.
Ancient in years and seeming wisdom,
The symphony director of life.

He didn't care for his orders to stop,
No matter what the new empire said.
Something was different here,
And he was going to find out.

What was it about that name...

05/02/2003

Author's Note: I don't know. I still dont like the flow here. I think I'll change the format on the next one...

Posted on 05/02/2003
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