《Harmony's Revelation》 Prologue Long long ago, a tale of the past, In the Kingdom of England, home to diversities vast. The Minister of finance and the Bard were apart Tensed sweats teared, a quarrel stirring to start. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. The minister was placid, the minister was just, Fussed of the views of the Bard unjust. For him ''twas but a black rose, he never tread for feelings. A twilight call of a cuckoo were but trillings. But the Bard being an artist the Bard begged to differ. The ignorance of the minister made her gravely stiffle. Still she forced on a hold, deeming it worthless talk, To unfaze the practical gaze she offered a country walk... ??卤/09/1337 They came across the fort walls and begin to scour The Bard cried,"What do you perceive,Sire?" "I see a robust wall, impenetrable by our foes! I see the site where the enemy lines froze!" This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. "Alas my good Sire you haven''t told a lie! Yet you fail to note of the penetrators of these highs! The ants that you overlook, ones who subdued these heights! Attestation that hard work delivers to one eternal mights!" "Follow my lead as we tread the country Sire! Follow my lead, for you too will admire What lies forth the stoic finances! The endless channel of an exquisite trance!" Autumnal Brevitas As the duo made their way across the country roads, They came across a creek, an aquatic abode. Surrounded by hemlocks, finches ringing all around, Dry leaves decaying plants surrounding the forest grounds. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. "What good can you spot here?", asked the minister bewildered. For for him whatever beauty lays layed in objects lush and live: The dead and decayed had no right to be looked at, let alone admired. He was curious too, what will the Bard say? How will she vide? "Sire! These falling leaves display the cycle of nature! What comes, goes; that what is born, is bound to die. Such is life Sire! Attestation that past dies to awaken the future! The cry of a new born is owed to those near a funerary pyre,Sire!" Evocative Amor The minister was appalled, but still, he had some thoughts unstrung. Not letting the opportunity slip, he said for his thoughts: "And what of love, Skalta? How do you describe that? How do you know, to whom you belong?" For his own life was thrown away, his life ruined, for the "nobler" lots. "Of love! Ah, Sire! No words, no sentences, and no scrolls can be deemed sufficing enough, To describe this unestranged harmony, one to be relished even by the deaf. Oh that tingle and oh the anguish, of seeing somefolk, watching them veer away The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. For the sentiments of nature, encapsulating, making the lame sway." "How to describe love Sire! The sweet mystery of which the nobles never sang, Why did the mother mongoose throw herself in grave danger, embraced the serpent''s venomous fangs? Why did the dove dove into the blazing flame, right after its mate? Why did the commander order his troops back in, and stood alone forth the gates? Why do the moth fly into the fire, knowing fully well it''s their demise? Why does the captain sink with his ship, locked in the cabin with no last goodbyes?" "What''s that feeling Sire, when the wind abruptly stops? When the leaves stop rumbling the birds mid-air halt? When the time itself rests, to glance at you with awe, To watch you flush and flatter your gaze alike to a doe?" "When the butterflies of the valley seem to flutter inside of you, When each breath you take, feels fresh as morning dew, When your eyes contents for you didn''t let the moment go amiss, When your ears filter all the bedlam in the world, just so that one sound doesn''t go amiss?"