Brryncx was an honest man who lived in harmony with nature.
One day the
demoness Qasar Petrel Calyptii did cast eyes upon him…
The Qasar Petrel
had killed thousands, rendered millions penniless
And filled the
lives of billions with despair
Exceeding peace
had made Brryncx bold and confident, even if not foolhardy
Yet he knew the
evil eye could come upon him one day and it did
Good fortune
protected Brryncx from the worst that Calyptii could wreak
Damnation,
suffering and pain, verily did he escape
But in his own protection
did the evil Calyptii script
A tale of
suffering for his wife and sons
Banished to the salt
mines to toil alone
While helplessly
from his ivory prison did Brryncx gaze down.
In better times
did Brryncx a stately pleasure dome decree
Its eagle pinion
undone, like a shattered ruin of Ozymandias it lay
And the dreary
desert sands spread all around.
Beholding the
silence of the horizon, questions arose
What was the
Cimmerian riddle of steel?
The birth hymn of
the progenitor of Shankar, Vijay and Rattan?
Is my WiFi
working?? Have I paid my bills?
What will happen
to my Client deliverables?
Even as the evil
Qasar Petrel lost her grip
Brryncx ascended
to shrug off the evil eye.
Soon shall he
ride back to his saviours in the salt mines
And on the way,
master the planche and headstand
Compose a rock
ballad or three, found a unicorn which shall go IPO
And even plant a
double bean tree in the garden that shall actually sprout
And
the kings under the mountain shall rule again,
Under
the standard of P Molurus.
-- JK, XXV Aprilis MMXX1
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