The Saga of a Hero and Beauty

The Saga of a Hero and Beauty

The Beginning:

Upon the dark winter night's bitter cold wind,
Whispers a saga of a hero and his sweet darling,
A story capturing how the greatest loves never end,

Alone deep in mountains this child somehow survived,
Rarely coming down to the villages of strange folk,
As hard as the mountains did the young man thrive,

Until one day an old, bent man arrived next to his fire,
He spun magical tales of fate and one's great destiny,
Of a enchanting beauty caught in threats so dire,

In the flames of the fire images of the beauty appeared,
Eyes sparkling of waves of the clearest blue sea,
Chained by the armored men she so evidently feared,

Passion sparked in the young man just as the fire crackled,
Vows of honor spoke from old man to young hero,
To embrace the saga and seek his destiny embattled,

Morning sun rises to find the old man no where in sight,
Next to smolder ambers lies a set armor like none before,
Forged by forgotten gods and unequal in might,

Along lays a sword with a streak of fire along the blade,
A whisper calling to forever trust in the enchanted sword,
Off the young hero sets to find and free the beautiful maid,

Days and weeks go by as the hero follows the blade's fire,
Until one evening he walks into a lush green valley,
emerald trees and colorful wild flowers to forever inspire,

Upon a mighty fortress the young hero stumbles,
A sweet voice pleas in agony from the tall towers,
Down the mighty oak gates fall as the hero pommels

Through countless warriors the mighty blade dances,
As if it sings as smooth as a cool summer breeze,
Onward to the beauty the great hero and sword advances,

With each stair of the lofty tower the sharp blade sings,
Driven by love's passion and destiny unstoppable,
throughout the tower steel upon steel in harmony rings,

Upon the top floor he finds his future queen in chains,
An evil warlord with eyes of a demon stands in between,
Like thunder he strikes out and the hero's swords strains,

Yet smooth as silk the hero's blades sings a symphony,
Blades meet as the two warriors dance in a mighty duel,
The demon spawn rages in hateful fury viscously,

The young hero swept aside each of the deadly blows,
Until in exhaustion the demon warrior falls to a knee,
Dropping his sword in defeat his fate he already knows,

But in this destined moment of the great hero's chivalry,
In defeat the warlord is allowed to sullenly retreat,
As the hero turns to her eyes of beauty's immortality,

Freed of her bonds she whispers softly in his ear,
But lost in his piercing eyes of the mountain's icy blue,
She knows I'm his arms there is nothing to ever fear.

From the first touch of warm hands to his tenderly kiss,
Love's passion is a powerful as any god's magic,
Into perfection she falls until a sweet lover's bliss.

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