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The First Capes Trade With Us search Ludi,
Where they hope to gather treasure.
In the Ludi Dungeon, from the Vikings
They are chased away from seizure.
In Ludus Lake there rests two towers
And a castle that some magic strands,
Lidium comes from Ariant, it powers,
And life inside of Legoland commands,
From Ariant they go to Orbis; hands
Give the attendant tickets for the ride.
The magic train's propellers has red bands,
Which with their yellow pair the air divide,
And push past stands and make the skies their tide.
The First Capes make it to a factory,
Conveyer belts transported to the floor,
Brown Teddies that were satisfactory,
And churned out Roboduckies to the shore,
With Ticks that crawled, Tick-tocks that crawled with more,
Robos graced with forefingers and a thumb,
Toy Trojans that were stamped with Sinon's door,
All pass, approved, but Chronos that had some
Illness and for their uvula, a pendulum.
Ludibrium's clock tower had a dungeon,
First they pass the factory then lower,
Where the Lidium builds up to plunge in
Darkness inhabitants they'd find that cower
To see them come with brand new handler's power.
Shivering but not feeling warmth, a Buffy
Appears, that wears a haunted jester's glower.
Not left alone were Lazy Buffies scruffy,
Where of routines and cares they'd seen more than enough flee.
Secondhand, thrown, discarded, fluffing pulled
Soul Teddies found were wand'ring in a daze,
Master Soul Teddies had their bodies culled,
And to a fuller height the ghoul did raise
Itself upon the fabric of lost days,
A parasite full-blown that in their case,
Fit bodies better who their pain obeys,
This inner dungeon justice would debase
Unless their justice all it touched with fell embrace.
The First Capes speed past the Buffoons who share
With Klocks Warped Path of Time. Ghost Pirates
Then they pass and kill whose cannons glare,
And onto Spirit Vikings go, who fire pits
Against them all who far higher flits;
Until Gigantic Spirit Vikings
No challenge was too strong 'gainst First Capes' dire hits,
But cannon fire was not too much their likings,
When Vikings crossed their T against the First Capes' strikings.
The next map was Forgotten Path of Time
Where antimatter from rogue Papulutus
Caused the lower floor's dark decay and clime,
And made Areda Sardanapulus.
Sultan Abdullah the VIII woken up was in his Metropolis,
A narcoleptic who stayed in his covers-
False Areda's eyes were smoky in her filled chalice,
And led her Azwan pageantry of lovers,
In filaments of destiny, this specter hovers.
The Phantom Watches roam in colored lawns
Forgotten Paths of Time, chained to a watch,
Which wound themselves by prying tachions
From nearby life, and sink from blows they catch,
And from their glass tell time which they dispatch.
Their empty dials for loss of time, they cracked,
To make their ether flow in spills to thatch
Like roofs the lower floors in bricks flat-stacked,
And Heroes all their foes with savage blows impact.
From there they take the portals on the right,
And find Klocks chomping with two rows of teeth,
Which near their legs, would chomp down hard in fight,
And Dark Klocks oversized through clenched teeth breathe.
They turn back time with tachions that wreathe
Their inner gears tuned to some use to harness,
Minions of the Rogue him served beneath.
Master Death Teddies and Death Teddies darts miss
But cast in threatening hand motions as ventriloquists.
Forgotten Time contained Grim Phantom Watches,
Whose skulls were split apart, cracked by the coldness,
And shackled were to watches that had latches
And leeched out Lidium. Their boldness
Showed while the fighters made them hold less,
When they carved through what formed the swirling tarn,
And in their battles showed that they were told this:
Grim Phantom Watches rattles chains that warn,
Who find a Piece of Cracked Dimension like a sarn.
It was all shocking without caulking,
The Ether piled the top of bricks in nitre,
The parts used for their interlocking,
And cause a traveler's discomfiture
Lest banks they form would fall preserve, and conjure
Up a cloud, a silver mist up-floating,
Deep inside Time, found in a chamber
As clouds once left suspended as re-coating
Which grew left in Forgotten Passage, Motes to groats bring.
