Something terrible began to happen.
A pounding sound shook the scribe's little wood door.
Out the window was someone he'd not seen before.
A fierce-looking man with cold eyes like a shark,
He shouted commands, his voice like a bark.
"Open this door, Satoshi, the scribe.
My name is Arepo. I will come inside."
Satoshi opened the door and procured a blade.
He was taken aback but was not afraid.
"I've heard, in the village, you found a gold stone,
In the east forest, near to my home.
You know the truth, as well as do I.
The gleaming gold stone should truly be mine.
Now give it to me, or I'll break all your bones.
Give it up now, and I'll leave you alone."
Satoshi, the scribe, reached down to his side,
Drew out the stone, and he cast it aside
"The stone is mine, thief. No one would contest,
But it's clear that your strength isn't something to test.
The stone is now yours, but not by my choice,
Now listen to wisdom and heed my voice.
Theft will always lead to regret,
For an object stolen is a spiritual debt.
You gain my gold, but with it, a curse
You can never know what it's truly worth."
The man snatched the stone off the ground with such force,
He shook the whole house and scared his own horse.
He gazed at that crimson writing on gold,
And knew the stone was some magic of old.
"I have long thought that this kingdom should taper.
This stone came to me because of God's favor.
Our kingdom is wicked, foolish, and odd.
That's how I know that this stone is from God.
The people will see this, and they'll make me king.
Despite what you think, I will do the right thing."
Arepo noticed Satoshi's fair wife,
She peeked from her hiding to observe the sharp strife.
"This scribe cannot give you the life of your dreams.
If you ever desire to leave and be free,
Come to the castle and live with me."
Arepo bowed and began to depart
With the stone in his hand and hope in his heart.
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