Letter

It’s in the dark of the night

That I found no reasons to fight

I know that I’ll never be your knight

 

For you I climbed mountains and hills

For you I forget my sword with anvils

For you I slained various forms of evils

 

Vilains hurted you, hidden under a hood

Fearless I went after them, in the woods

On your name I seatled matters with blood

 

My ego can’t match with your greatness

None shall stop me to enjoy your fitness

Should only God stand as our witness

 

If you find this letter, there is no later

For I ended my sorrow with an arrow

If  you are to follow look for a willow