Every Kin of all the Kings without a question loved Kismet
Even though they didn’t know its truest value, as of yet;
But the Stench who liked to trench just beyond where their home set
So hated fate he’d arrogate it from their hearth without regret.
One Kin must have concluded some certain sum of years forgotten
The Stench would flinch at mercy’s plea and turn his heart as soft as cotten,
But that poor soul—as smart as coal—realized his thought was misbegotten
Because the Stench is an unmensch whose heart of hearts is truly rotten.
So every Kin had peace within enjoying living life as Kings.
The Stench was out without a doubt and could not permeate their things,
But he was driven to never give in ’till liberty no longer rings
And every Kin is bound by gloom and all that disappointment brings.
“Why do they skip about each day without a woe?” the Stench desponded.
“Is there a hole, a crack, a fault by which their putrid peace is bonded?”
“It is their hope secured in Christ,” to his own self the Stench responded.
So he determined there that day he’d not stop ’till it was absconded.
And so the Stench began to scheme and think until his mind was sore.
He tried to plan each way to breach their home and gave each one a score.
The chimney, three; a window, five; he gave a zero for the door.
But a ten he gave the solid place that lay beneath their floor.
With a gleeful exclamation, he squealed, “I’ll ruin their foundation!
“I’ll ascertain a deformation where to begin my perforation.
“And with a cunning calculation, I’ll create a cavitation
“Until my evil excavation imbues their base with degradation.”
And as the Stench began to wrench a citadel before the core
Making a breach so he could reach that sacred space below the floor
And laying hold upon the hope in their foundation he found stored,
The Kin were blind and did not know they were new prisoners of war.
The scent at first was faint for sure and did not fully fill their castle.
It took their home with little rassle and hassle that was mostly facile
Disturbing sleep and rooms of rest so no more Kin were bright and gracile
And turning Kings who once were free into that dirty Stench’s vassals.
So let this story be a study stuffed with excellent instruction.
Your fate, your hope, your destiny will not be stolen with a ruction.
For where the Stench can clench foundation’s portal will be the induction
Of the extraction of Kismet and of your ultimate destruction.