A sorrowful ballad, dedicated to a poor hero destined to be too late.
lyrics
As he sits, and he ponders,
He wonders what his next move should be.
Should he hide and wait, and hope for the best,
Or go to find the enemy.
With pack and horse, and soldier and saddle,
He charges into the unwinnable battle.
All in pursuit for the one he desires,
A princess of old who burns in the fires.
Won't you stay with me,
Even though I'm incomplete.
And won't you still love me,
Even though I'm just half the man that I used to be.
It was sixty of them, against three hundred men,
Easy to see death was on the horizon.
When outta the blue, they saw a break through,
At least what they saw they hoped was true.
Sixty horsemen, all in a line,
They arrived just in the nick of time.
For our hero you see was about to get swarmed,
So he rode right into the storm.
Won't you stay with me,
Even though I'm incomplete.
And won't you still love me,
Even though I'm just half the man that I used to be.
He smashed the gate, and he charges the door,
Killing all that stand before him.
He climbs the tower and proceeds to seek,
The women from his destiny.
He pulls back the drape and he sees her face,
And the knife plunged into her grace.
She died of shock right there and then,
And our hero never went back again.
Will you stay with me,
Even though I'm incomplete.
And will you still love me,
Even though I'm half the man that I used to be.
Hello listeners. You have now stumbled onto my realm of story-telling. My name is Joseph Downes, a bard of some sorts who
likes to share his stories through the medium of song. Please, feel free to share your thoughts on my songs.
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