Long, long ago child was born.
In times when families were poor and weak,
His clothes were tattered and torn,
The child’s future looked bleak.
He grew up to be a man of good morals.
But alas! Very little education.
He kept himself away from all petty quarrels,
He believed in the power of cooperation.
He was kind, expressive and handsome.
He was every girl’s bream boy.
However he was always lonesome,
Carving, while grazing cattle, pretty toys.
Then a count came to the village with his daughter.
From far and wide men came,
Poor people he would slaughter.
But his daughter…as kind as could be a dame.
He saw her and fell in love.
No barriers could stop him.
His love was as pure as a white dove,
Nothing could make his love dim!
They would see each other every day.
Twittering and chatting to each other.
Not wanting to go away
Without a care or bother.
But one day everything changed!
The count came and took the dame away.
The man’s heart was torn and couldn’t be bandaged.
He couldn’t keep her thoughts at bay.
Then one day, of her came news.
It was heartbreaking for him to hear,
That she was wearing her wedding shoes,
And her wedding gown, she was to wear!
He thought, “How could she do this to him?”
After all the time they spent!
Why did she undergo such a whim?
He had to her, his heart lent!
Now there was a void in his chest.
It was as empty as could be.
He thought only one thing to do best.
The best solution he could see!
He rode like a knight to her palace.
To whisk her away, off her feet.
He thought of her in her gown made of white lace,
And felt his heart skip a beat!
He ran straight to her room!!
Excited to see her pretty face.
But alas! He saw only doom…
She was lying on the cold floor, blood smeared on her lace…
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