The Oleander Symphony

A hero, bold and young
Walked amongst mere men
Of blood from forgotten kings,
And dying goddesses...
He who yields the sword
In shepherd's robes,
Is he who will slay the curse
That burdened every soul.

A princess, fair and mild,
Awaits as she kissed her rose petal,
Singing her Oleander Symphony
In bittersweet melody--
But as dawn rose
She waved her kerchief
As hero came like God's knight.

From Tower old,
Their journey begins
Like every chivalric ballad
Of long time ago.