Nacromancer

My swan song

All this to the land,
where life was like music
no one to govern the simple folks
no dearth because no excess.

They put their trust on Earth
and she never did disappoint them
for guidance they looked at Sky
they sang songs of contentment.

There was no court of law
nobody needed justice
for all were just, just
Peace pervaded the land.

One thing they never heard
was something called cop,
for seizing was alien to them
all in tune with each other.

Then one full moon day a sorcerer came
from where no one knew
with a recorder in hand to equip himself
in awe they looked at Him

He laid a seige to their idllyic life
when the moon rose, he played different tunes
to lure their keen attention
unluck for them, they were all ears.

Gullible as they were
they went near him,
leaving their chores
such was the enchanting music.

Slowly they resonated to his music
they knew, yet so far not known
different tunes told diff tales
of greed, rivalry and betrayal.

They were mesmerized into another world
where greed rules the roost
they learned adultery, avarice, enemity
and forgot their usual segue.

As swan song ,sadist He taught
a new word, epicaricacy to them
unable to bear their sins anymore
Earth shook with tremor, killing many.

The silent witness up above,
unctuous, He was on Her side
broke the continuum of their life
from a vantage point, he did trick them.

On a new moon day, stealthily
left the sorcer, his mission being full.