created: April 2, 2020

There was once a Majic, rare and true,
Whose power could restore a lost culture anew,
But this Majic was trapped, hidden away,
In a box that held it captive day by day.

The lost clan knew not what they had lost,
Their culture stolen, their history tossed,
But rumors had spread of the Majic’s might,
And hope burned bright in the depths of their plight.

They searched and searched for that fabled box,
Hoping to free the Majic from its locks,
For they knew that with its power in hand,
Their culture could flourish once again.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to years,
But still they searched through joy and tears,
Until at last, they found the box,
And freed the Majic from its paradox.

With a burst of light, the Majic was free,
And the lost clan’s culture was restored with glee,
Their traditions, stories, and songs once more,
Thriving as they had in times of yore.

So remember the Majic trapped in its box,
And the power it holds to restore lost clocks,
For even in the darkest of times,
Hope and perseverance can lead to great finds.