On the banks of a river,

forgotten in the wood,

two tribes lived together,

as well as two tribes, who were not one, could.

 

The North were mad with power,

with armies, and wealth, and a king.

But The South were farmers and craftsman,

Unconcerned with that sort of thing.

 

The tribes would often trade,

but The North would quarrel the price.

And in return they bought their banquets.

Their extravagant and greedy life.

 

The South were often belittled,

surviving their simple ways.

But it was they who were most contented,

despite having the hardest of days.

 

For evenings brought them music,

with dancing, and laughter, and song.

Giving thanks for a day well earned.

Their family. Their friends. They belonged.

 

But The North did not follow.

Their happiness in diamonds and rings.

“Why do they not chase fortune?

Why not controllable things?”

 

“Perhaps they mean to kill us,

their motives kept whispered and hushed.

Perhaps they needed a lesson.

Their will and their spirits crushed.”

 

So The North increased their armies,

and for goods paid even less.

But still the night brought music,

Much to The North sides distress.

 

“We’ll throw our biggest banquet,”

thought the king as he watched from the shore.

"And with nothing left for them to eat,

The South can threaten, no more.

 

So the North bought their banquet,

paying a pittance, of course.

And all The North feasted.

The King almost feasting by force.

 

But with one small bite, the King's throat became tight.

His eyes turned bulbous and red.

In three seconds more the King fell to the floor.

In one brief moment, he was dead.

 

“Poison, Poison! Our King has been slain!”

“Gather our weapons. Our armies.

Our king shall not die in vain!”

 

And the North marched their armies,

across the narrow straight.

Their retribution, swift.

Their punishment brutal and great.

 

Farmers were hung by the river.

Craftsman cut down where they stood.

Bodies were cruelly dismembered.

The river ran red with blood.

 

Angels were born of demons,

that night, relieved of song.

The North had taken revenge,

but, by god...

 

....what if they were wrong?