The Donut Rings

The fallen leaves tell a story.

The great Donut Rings were stolen.

In our home, across the fog, the Donut Lands.

A war from which no donut place arose.

A war leading to abandonment by the Greater Donut.

Arise now, ye Hero.

Ye donut-less, who yet live.

The call of long-lost sprinkles speaks to us all.

Cross the fog, to the Donut Lands.

To stand before the Donut Rings.

And become the Donut Lord.