Song of the Boar (a song of Kahverengi's Dilemma)

Excerpt from the book I'm writing, Tigress in the Sand, Book 3 of the Kahverengi's Dilemma series. A little rough around the edges still and subject to change in the final cut. Audio generated by Suno AI. Images generated by Flux AI.

Read the first two books in the series:
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Lyrics:

Days long past
And good they’re past
When Tigers ruled
And men would fast
Rice baskets empty
Fields left fallow
Coin purses sunken
All waists narrow
Trade killed dead
Roads held in dread
Wolves on the prowl
Hear the wild dogs howl
Sons conscripted
Soldiers routed
Daughters labored in vain
Taxes doubled and tripled
Laws made completely insane

Where was the Emperor?
He sat on his throne
In majesty and riches
Eating meat with no bone
Drinking wine
Watching plays
Making poems
Writing essays
His own voice he loved
And being center of all
The Tiger
Fat hunter
The Empire’s fall

His advisers would flatter
The Tiger they’d echo
Offer nothing in wisdom
Only leech off the royal
But the generals’ table
Was a refuge of good
They cared for the people
Against evil they stood
The Boar
And the Donkey
The Snake
And the Skunk
Four pillars of honor
In a palace gone drunk

Approaching the throne
They appealed to their lord
Yet naught would he listen
He scoffed at their word
Most naive of the lot
The Donkey persisted
Night and day
Pled and insisted
Face bowed down low
Voice afflicted
He hoped in his heart
To make the Tiger convicted
Day after day
And week after week
He wore on the Tiger
And made the Emperor speak
Their King closed his eyes
The Tiger frowned
Put out his arm
He sighed and then groaned
With a flick of his hand
He summoned the guards
They took hold of the Donkey
Put him behind bars
The generals saw it
And were made afraid
But also in anger
Plans they made

The Skunk gave an offer
The others agreed
He’d rile the palace
Turn crops into weeds
For months and a season
The Skunk whispered in ears
Spoiling plots
Souring thoughts
Making ministers seethe
Unrest simmered
Rebellion boiled
Ambitions flourished
With well-fanned greed
The Skunk did his job
Time fast approached
Sedition ripened
Now to depose
But the Emperor could see
Dragged the Skunk by the nose
Took off his head
The Tiger stayed
The Skunk lay dead

Two generals remained
Their numbers had dwindled
Now branded as traitors
They hustled
The Snake did not wait
He gathered his vipers
Skilled assassins and killers
They entered like robbers
The Emperor’s guards
All through the night
Fended off arrows
And daggers
Those weapons of spite
The Serpent’s men failed
Fell to the guards’ champions
The Tiger cut them all down
To the last Snake’s minions
The Emperor gloated
Pierced the Snake through the heart
Walked through the blood
Prepared for the last bout

But the fourth general standing
The Boar was not there
He’d gone to the city
And stood in the square
The hungry
The sorrowed
The hurting
The dying
He gave these men spears
Who’s tears were not drying
They marched on the palace
Their numbers like ants
They rushed the tall gates
Knocked them down flat
The Tiger now saw
His coming dethroning
He gathered his loyal
Fled the doom fast approaching
The Boar chased his master
Nowhere did he stop
Through green open pasture
Across mountaintop
The Tiger ran and he ran
Then ran out of places to run
Had nowhere to go
Except the land of the sun
Through the pass he escaped
And the Boar let him go
The Kingdom was rescued
By a valiant hero

Lyrics by Zephyr Axiom
Copyright Zephyr Axiom