© 2016 Christine Mulvihill
Daemons and sorcerers sent from hell
A beautiful princess fallen down a well
Face a monsters grueling stare
This man has the power to take you there.
The strange man talked of places never seen
He talked of places no one had ever been
He talked of beautiful princesses, kings and knights
He talked of fierce battles and winning fights
He talked of Trolls and Giants as tall as the eye could see
He talked of maidens and fair ladies as beautiful as can be
He talked of conquering fiery dragons without a scrape
He talked of guarded dungeons where he’d always escape.
He talked of tall trees and mountains oh so high
He talked of big castles that would scrape the sky
He talked of great far off enchanted lands
He talked of places where good and evil always held hands
He’d boast about all that he had seen and done
Boast about all the pretty ladies he had won
He’d tell you still about all the people he’d met
He’d tell you about all the sly traps he’d set.
People would ask him if he’s afraid to die
He’d take his finger and point to the sky
With that same old sparkle in his eye
He’d say the day that star up there is gone
That is the day that I will move on.
To reveal that the man's star had gone away.
All that was left was his blanket and pipe
The man never came back after that day
But his cheerful whistling will never go away.
