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[Fiction] Queen Of Sheba, Episode 5
Smoke turns to saints.
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Episode 5 turns smoke into saints in a non and unknown sanity movement. Popcorn crunches, a favourite drink on the table stand, for this smashing episode that lays either the Queen of Sheba or Thorin to their proper place.
The main story of this poetry style fiction is about the Queen of Sheba and her secret intention with King Solomon. The story is told stylishly and imaginatively, referencing the Bible story, although it is a re-imagined fiction. The Queen is described as a powerful and authoritarian ruler who loves her people and kingdom deeply, and King Solomon is known for his wisdom and his many concubines, 400 concubines.
The story suggests that the Queen may have feelings for King Solomon, and the next episode may explore whether she will act on them. The story starts with a poem about the state of the world and terrorism, then transitions into the queen's inner chambers where she receives news about a royal banquet that King Solomon, whom she secret over-admires, will be present and the surprise attack of the Amekshites.
The war starts, and both the fair and unfair get into the clash of swords, Kingdom retainers, and Kingdom takers who want to have an affair with the long-fantasised Queen, now in their hands. What will happen to the Queen?
Episode 5, Starting…
A thousand thorns is ready for action. Big brown beard, A thorn sticks out its head, zipper. A thorn is about puncture the rose. The bold rose. Bold rose is looking up, Silent night, she gazes up evening night sky is moving up. Hoping for a miracle, or that this would be a dream. Wake me up from this dream, if you have to. Maybe after-death is the wake up. A thorn is about puncture the rose. The bold rose.📌 Something unexpected suddenly happened. Squeaking of the earth, Rock is about the break Into a perfect two. As at the time when Adam Was being made, There has never been an occurrence like this. Everywhere is stand, silent still. A thorn is about puncturing the rose. The bold rose. A thorn is about to delay the radio dial of life. A thorn wants to shake the atoms bouncing energy. Don’t let. Thorn, don’t let. The bold rose. …King Solomon, where the night star heavens are you? Fantasies are painting a marsh of yellow, blue and unfair pink. DON’T let. If the hot stove burns hot, cool me down. Sweet, bitter tea. Hard rock. Grayscale. . . At the expectation, . . King Solomon, however, appears nonchalant, Still uses dismissal as hidden wittiness. I already know what to do. And the deed has been done. So leave me to my chamber-Marlians. Leave me to burst the cork off this brown, black, red and white berry milky wines. 📌 Within the midst is where to plant confusion, War is not fought as an opposition, I will use within them to cause an evaporation. And it happened; the hand-man of Thorin has waited. By the initial command of King Solomon to wait until such timing of dire need, as if he saw the future. …Sqeeuk Sqeeuk, Es, where are you, Sparrow, Tell me, hide nothing, Open your eyes, Let me read through your beaks. …Out of the waiting crowd, The sledge sword of betrayal pierces through. Hallelujah, pain cries to the sky. Unimagineably dripping a mouth-red lake. Thorin, go back home safely in my victory arms, Burst through reds. Retaliation of the century was the drum of the day. Hope like thirst, finally a drop fetch. Sword clangs to victory from threat. …If not that the day is bright, What would the moon have said To the sway sweep ocean oil painting. Photograph capture. If not that the day is bright, Queen Of Sheba, Oh, my gush, Have escaped through the sunlight kisses through the chest lock. 📌 In the next episode, Episode 6, Queen Sheba finally meets King Solomon. A Long-awaited symphony of stories that shreds the iron curls of the beds. A long hit piano key, The key is AE. Poems that Peppers the Mouth.