The Keeper's Hive

Prologue

This is for Mikeydred’s Octoberon Challenge.

Trust is fragile, much like a buzzing bee which dies after it loses its sting.

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Trust in the buzz, the bees’ onward flight,

A hive in balance, where sweet nectar’s made.

But trust’s a bough that breaks in dark of night.

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The keeper answers, “They’ll never soar high,

They work for man, where golden pollen glows.”

Trust in the buzz, the bees’ onward flight.

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His vow of togetherness, of sacred right,

Yet shadows lurk beneath the flower’s repose.

But trust’s a bough that breaks in dark of night.

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I watch them labor, endless is fight,

The keeper’s hands hold secrets, all disguised.

Trust in the buzz, the bees’ onward flight.

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But what if wings would carry secret fright?

What danger lurks where golden honey glows?

But trust’s a bough that breaks in dark of night.

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Now buzzing bees arise, out of plain sight,

Their sting unveils their lie, the trust unveiled.

But trust’s a bough that breaks in dark of night,

Trust in the buzz, the bees’ onward flight.