Epic literature and its characteristics

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, their Divine Minds

Grew sullied, corrupted, worse over time.

So after the Battle, the Monkey King rose from his throne

Great throngs of people opened their ears, their eyes shone

When the Monkey King delivered powerful words

Which all across the Kingdom were willingly heard.

I have word from the lofty Gods Above That the Desertland People are devoid of Love

They oppress their women and despise what we do

They hate the mighty Gods, they hate me and you.

They loathe us and they plan to destroy us

So now we must send forth armies of Winged Buses."

The Gods then whispered in his ear with joy

You must proceed with your plan to destroy.

Don't spare the men who definitely will take

Your livelihood, your family, lives are at stake."