A ballad I wrote for English class (it is untitled):
T'was midnight, the horse trodded on.
A Knight in shining armour,
he rode and rode on
into the chill, the fog of the moor.
Passing the village, the town
yet out of sight.
The Knight carried on, not a frown
showed through his might.
The castle opens it gentries.
Darkness floods into Light.
The town sleeps gently,
not a child stirring in sight.
He gallops to the tower,
felling any defenders that might
dare challenge his power.
A bell rings, warning, through the night.
The door to the tower highest
comes down with a crash.
Inside of it, the brightest
most beautiful princess, tending a gash.
The two lovers embrace,
warm blood on cold metal.
Enwrapped in love, she falls to grace.
To end his misery, he must settle.
Up into the heavens,
against the morning suns light.
so peaceful, beautiful,
finally free. Two doves take flight.
- Pulkeet Mehra
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