The king is dead,
The princess is gone,
And the villains have seized the day.
Beneath a turquoise sky,
With shimmering shades of gold,
Low and behold.
A boy turned from Toad,
Has come to save the day.
Under autumns’ light,
Our swordsman fights,
Dragons, ghosts, and ghouls,
Through the forest floors,
And desolate peaks,
On mountains far away.
Our hero’s plight,
Turns to freight,
As monsters’ shrieks are heard.
But our protagonist
Is swift.
As the Dragon’s breath,
Blows fire on his shield,
The ghost bemoan,
THIS BOY IS STRONG!
As they prepare to attack at once.
The ghouls unite,
In a treacherous fight,
But our knight has killed them all.
The dragon’s done,
Our hero has won,
The monster’s are all gone.
But the daughter cries,
Because her father died,
And a new king has taken His thrown.
And in the end,
villagers bend,
Down to kiss his feet.
But our king is kind,
And ask them to rise,
As he tries to comfort his queen.
The village is saved,
The path has been paved,
For the king to rule this land.
So he puts out a hand,
And takes the stand,
So that the villagers all will know.
With God in his mind,
And the Queen by his side,
This country will surely grow.
And in the end,
He is but a simple man,
That just wanted to save the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like an urban legend - a story of valour, romantic in nature and insightfully penned with conviction. I like the articulation of the piece with it's intended effect. Thanks for sharing Jason. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.