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<span class="mu-i">First went his wealth, his father's land,
and then went his friends, a vulturous band.
The elder was shocked- “How could this happen to me?”
“What great evil befell my family's legacy?!”
With father now dead, mother in mourn,
the elder had nothing, only his blood's gift had he borne.
But when that talent seemed to run thin,
the elder brother had to find one to help; bring guidance to him!
He sought an old sage, medium to the Gods-
The volcano priest rolled bones, divine host sway odds.
The brother was shocked when the priest went asleep-
and from the fire a holy visage did creep!
It was a God! Both hands outstretched,
He spoke; “Your fate I see, in your blood it is etched.
This I will tell, for one coin from your purse,
But be warned; each blessing I give is also a curse.”
The Elder brother paid, and so the God spoke;
“Your gift is real, passed when your parents eloped.
But the cup passed once, in one brother it runs.
The talent, the will, the luck; and the other has none.”
The brother fumed as he heard this news;
My younger ward got it?! Am I destined to lose?!
But the God spoke again, calming sensing his rage;
“It can be taken; right where his corpse lays.”</span>
