Ballad

Pointed, jutted, rocks His cloak flapped against the wind Long was he standing Over the brown cliffs And eyes were only seen of him Other than ripped robes Eyes the only thing Of himself he wanted to use But raised his arm to move His clothes and cast a fortune Whether the waves would hear them Or not was not of witnesses' concern

But no fortune was cast Which was not uttered for him also Like the man, abandoned by his wife, Would rather live in the solitude of Chasing the dragons of the old on his land Instead of beautiful women, For no glory is greater Than what imagination makes for man In solitude Without interference of interpersonal, Smiling, and rational preservation

For, those evil beings, Refusing to leave an individual alone Calls upon them for needs And slowly grounds one in tragedy After promises of needless approval Conversations suck you in Begin torturing expansion Confines to the depressing indoors and Blames him for lack of freedom

Making up for this He conjures fire on his plains Gets a woman holding motivation For adventure and magic Not only the combination of the souls But a journey of them, too She may live at him or with him It's not much concern to the both If they will be always together or not For they value the beauty of temporary states

Seeming to oppose itself, It is in divine truth That life is eternally full of temporary things But in disregard, the man sets out On his journey as stated before Keeps a low, fixed brow He sends his eyes on gloomy landscapes Of more rocks, darkened sky, green dark Without a hint of vibrancy, but still visible To the traveler The man had grown some scruff And some muscles were in place His cloak of and over ridden clothes

Kept him not behind In energy and wit with character None was deformed To add was his new wife And beautiful she was This he did travel to the cliffs Of Terifall on a day After departure from his house And did he walk Clasping his hands on his arms On his brown cloak From facing that crazy cold Down and down Not in altitude But perhaps his number of Needed steps were diminished

He grabbed his sword Always hopefully keeping it at his side Going deep into the land Many days Many fires and nights Of him and his wife Bent over that hot fire Making food with meat Waking in the morning More damp green fields to come

Hooded all the time he was Going through the green dragon valley of death But not death! Life! For life gives the fight from evil beings angry And sneering at good ones So the man does not let this get in his way And after many days in open, Caves, coves, expansion, and other areas Of sleeping the man and his wife Entered a border of forest Whose trees had green bark

Across many beasts Lay there who they were The man did not know What they were Could not be described as well And if he was moving it was quick To avoid these varied enemies They're mysterious nature struck Badly with his mind, and all thinking Was of escape, survival and fear

"At last! We have made it out of the trees" Said his wife Once again it crossed their mind The pervasiveness of the dragon ahead But their spirits were not downtrodden They came onto a wide plain again And there he was, The Great Green dragon With his spiky tail and scaly skin The man and his wife unsheathed their swords

The dragon shot fire from its breath And the man dodged He cut its wing And ducked under the massive swing Of his arms and the woman Used her magic of fire to Slowly kill the beast And, finally, without stress and with ease The two slashed a deep cut in the dragon's neck Therefore their lands were not bothered by him again

"Although we have killed the dragon, There are the countless other beasts and Wicked men, who are beasts in their own right" The man and woman were looking On in the future to the day of Another confrontation