It was once pressed and buried
Forever underneath the soil
Neither the nobles nor the paupers
Not even a farmer came to toil.
It was grounded for protection,
announcing the evil's defeat,
Nobody else but a few knew,
On the tombstone it was written in concrete.
"For whoever touched the sacred soil
and brought back the dagger of gold,
For he will be the ruler,
This divine place goes to the bold!"
The fields that had turned once
bleak and bare waiting in anticipation.
For the quixotic man who was here once,
The Queen's patience became desperation.
At length did come a man,
Happened to see the very tombstone,
Unselfishly thought of trying his guts and will,
He was a brave heart who did it all alone..!
The gigantic mountains echoed,
the sky almost splited apart,
Lightning produced deadly thunders,
He let all the evils depart.
For he pulled out the dagger,
Became the man of the kingdom,
Made every soul perplexed,
It was an era ruled by corrundum.
He lacked the king's looks,
The language was miserable,
What,then,was in this unknown soul,
That he was the chosen one and capable!
Early age men had
No crave for the gold,
This man was an epitome of altruism,
Love was natural,he showed!
But pen is mightier than the sword.
Had it not been I writing-he was tough like a wall,
and had a heart of gold,
You wouldnt have known the chivalrous man at all!
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