The drums rolls again,
rumblings all over the land
breaking earth's nocturnal silence
with a rhythm of royalty
Ancestral nobles turn in their grave's bed
for such a rhythm is heard but once
to usher in some nobled minded fellow
for such is the rite
Children with faces plagued with hunger
peered through reed fences
their eyes glow with excitement
as they unfold the mystery behind the rumblings
The village spectators all gathered
written on their faces, a glimmer of hope
for they have waited so long for one of theirs,
once lost but now, found.
welcome home!
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