Post by Blackie on Jan 24, 2009 20:19:51 GMT -5
Simple heart of simple mind
Come close now, a story to share
Of love, war, tears and time
The bravest prince and princess fair
How howled the wind that night
When all the world distraught
Chased the families ‘way in fright
Lest by fire beast be caught
Gray of scale and blue of eye
Red of mouth and breath
With wings unfurled fell from the sky
Brought the country’s king to death
How mourned the people of their loss
Yet brought them to even more distress
How great was the dragon’s departing cost
For the beast stole away their princess
Arianna fair was she like a blooming rose
With a voice as sweet as morning song
With hair long and dark in silky flow
Then there so quickly she was gone
Who to save young Arianna flower
Where is the hero of their time
To rescue them from such a dark hour
To right such a wicked crime
Behold there shining like the sun bright
Fire catching the glint of his gaze
Not a knight dressed in armor reflecting light
An old and rusted sword doth he raise
His clothes are faded brown with use
His hair is filled with dust from a journey of many miles
He has no shield nor on his feet even shoes
Yet to him is a warrior’s appearance that radiates in his smiles
He is the young farmer Runar of a distant land
He has come to save the kingdom’s heir
A hero against fierce dragon to stand
To fight, conquer, and return Arianna fair
. . . To be Continued . . .
Come close now, a story to share
Of love, war, tears and time
The bravest prince and princess fair
How howled the wind that night
When all the world distraught
Chased the families ‘way in fright
Lest by fire beast be caught
Gray of scale and blue of eye
Red of mouth and breath
With wings unfurled fell from the sky
Brought the country’s king to death
How mourned the people of their loss
Yet brought them to even more distress
How great was the dragon’s departing cost
For the beast stole away their princess
Arianna fair was she like a blooming rose
With a voice as sweet as morning song
With hair long and dark in silky flow
Then there so quickly she was gone
Who to save young Arianna flower
Where is the hero of their time
To rescue them from such a dark hour
To right such a wicked crime
Behold there shining like the sun bright
Fire catching the glint of his gaze
Not a knight dressed in armor reflecting light
An old and rusted sword doth he raise
His clothes are faded brown with use
His hair is filled with dust from a journey of many miles
He has no shield nor on his feet even shoes
Yet to him is a warrior’s appearance that radiates in his smiles
He is the young farmer Runar of a distant land
He has come to save the kingdom’s heir
A hero against fierce dragon to stand
To fight, conquer, and return Arianna fair
. . . To be Continued . . .
