I have a tale to tell, my children.

Of a time not so long ago.

When the world was ignorant,

Of truths as bright as snow.

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It's a very sorry tale,

But a tale that must be told.

It's about three children,

(For the eldest is not that old.)

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It began on a beach,

Somewhere far from here.

It began with skipping stones,

(For the ocean was quite near.)

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The eldest was the Sun.

Who kept the other two in line,

As much as she helped,

The others to survive.

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The second was a world of knowledge,

The Earth, that's what he was.

Forever pouring over words of mercy,

From a better world above.

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The last was not the least,

By far, not at all!

For the Moon gave her siblings hope,

And a reason to stand tall.

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But like all stories,

A conflict must arise.

A conflict of an evil man,

With a tattoo of an eye.

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And forever past that faithful day,

On that very brimy beach.

The man with the eye has hunted,

But their always out of reach.

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They spend their lives running,

Running to survive.

But as every living creature knows,

Someday we all must die.

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That day come later,

Then everybody thought.

In fact it was not by the man,

In which they valiantly fought.

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So my dears,

Say a prayer,

As every day goes by.

And count yourself as lucky,

Your not the children in those lives.