Timeless Love and Sorrow
ACT I
There was a peasant boy born in a far-away land,
And when he was young, he lent his father a hand.
One day, a fair knight passed by their home,
And there, a new hero was born.
On a grand castle of a prestigious city,
Where outlaws killed without pity,
Lies a young princess that waited,
For a warrior, that could cleanse the land.
The young boy then travelled, armed with a pitchfork and wits,
And he thought "where could I find a master, to train this twit?"
Then, he sought out different people, at different places,
But, at the end, his efforts were vain.
He then took refuge in a lowly inn,
And tried to play a game of dice, and was confident that he will win.
But he was too young, and forced out of the hut,
And what he got instead was a hurt butt.
The princess again stood at the balcony of their castle,
And she was waiting for a hero that will free her from her manacles.
For hours, she stood at the terrace, dreaming of her young hero.
She dreamt of a knight of power, resilience and valour.
Meanwhile, the dashing young hero stumbled,
And then he complained about that inn and mumbled,
But little did he knew that his master would come,
And train him to the throne of triumph.
A lone master, shrouded in darkness and light,
Had given up his dreams, and took flight,
For he knew something that shouldn't be known,
The thing is a morbid killer; a lover fighting alone.
The traveller went alone, always dreaming of the light.
And he wished that he could fly like a kite.
Walking without purpose, without aim,
But know he did not; Fate had already made its claim.
ACT II
Like a graceful, beautiful act on stage,
All events were lining up, as if controlled by a mage.
The princess, the hero, and the wanderer will meet,
They do not know they would be at Fate's feet.
The princess, taken hostage by the people,
Escaped from her captors,
Climbed a ladder up to the Church's spire.
She stayed at the top with great fear.
The hero, wandering without a destination,
He saw something that shocked him to action.
He saw a princess, trapped in a church's spire,
And at the roof, he saw archers with arrows of fire.
