Invocation and Prologue Hearken, O Muse, to this tale I do tell

Of an era on earth reminiscent of Hell

While great strides in technology, science, and art

Were made, so did evil steal over the hearts

Of leaders and men who assumed power, control

And wreaked havoc with their malicious goals.

A new era dawned on the children of man

One steeped in darkness and deepening a plan

Of Evil and Hatred, Corruption and Greed

But through this thick mire arose a new creed.

For the Monkey King, our hero tonight

Muse, fell victim to a vicious plight

The scourge of delusion, self-righteousness, fear

Seduced by the voices whispered in his ear

By ill-meaning forces of failure and fate

To these he fell pray, our hero of late.

So help me, O Muse, in telling this tale

Inspire my pen, my mind to set sail.

For the sons and daughters of women and men

Must hear the tale of the Monkey King and...

his minions
So their mistakes don't repeat

Muse, I rest my pen at your dear feet.

The Epic of The Monkey King

Wind swept swiftly o'er fields of wheat

Their stalks wound 'round bushes in rows neat

The state of Naxet, the Monkey King's land

Would have fallen in the great Battle of Desertland

The men, the women, armed to the hilt

Crept on their bellies to gather the gilt

That fell from the horses and Electric Birds,

The Sonic Reducers mixed with elephant herds conflagration of chaos ensued on the land,

For the black-robed men dropped poisonous sand.

The powder was white and damaged worse than a pest

Touching everything in its midst with a mist of death.

The Gods first frowned, and then they laughed,

For they themselves had been plagued with the gas

The fumes from the death-powder rose to the air

Fantastically, gloriously, like waves of blonde hair

When they reached the Gods,…