Over a thousand years ago

In a decayed, rusty shop

A man hunched over a peice of glass

He was careful not to drop

 

This glass, it had significance

A purprose for it's making

So the experienced hands continued on

The glass was for the taking

 

People stared at it's brilliance

Sitting upon a dusty shelf

Almost a hypnotizing magic glow

Stood out from everything else

 

Years passsed, things happened

The man had passed away

The shop was torn down

Things had truly changed

 

The glass was taken home

By a scrawnly little man

With dreams of wife and family

And a nice plot of good land

 

He set the jar in the corner

And misfortune soon was his

A terrible storm destroyed his crop

No woman cared for him

 

Sadly he moved up and away

Selling the jar as he went

The buyer gave him three coins

And away the jar was sent

 

A regal woman with riches

Opened the sturdy box

She tried to lift the lid

But it stayed secure to the top

 

Her husband hit it with a hammer

It refused to even crack

He truly did try everthing 

And then he was attacked

 

An invisiable force spun him crazy

Slammed him into trees

His wife found him with a cry

The jar was very pleased

 

You see, reader, it fed off emotions

This mysterious jar did

It would do whatever it took

To forever live

 

He hurt people who were greedy

Who didn't want permission

He commited many crimes

Without anyone's suspicion

 

The one day a young girl knew

As she was lying in her bed

Just who had pushed her from behind

She arose seeing red

 

Carefully she made her way

Through the deep and dark

She grabbed the awful jar

A blaze started in the hearth

 

Carefully she held it to her face

And whispered sacred words

Then she tossed it in

And it melted with a blur

 

Suddenly a hundred faces appeared

Sorrowed with lost plans

And the last face came

Of the wicked, evil man...