By Element99

This man comes a galloping

Upon his noble stead

To rescue the fair maiden

A true love kiss, she needs

Fairytales, the made up thing

Is what we hear to care

Its happiness, and good ends

About what we think is fair

But the man falls abruptly

The sword departs his hand

The dragon's breath, singe, fail

Let down all those in the land

The death of an infant

The crash of a car

The Terror, the war

Is so close, so near, and not afar

So when you think of life as bliss

What ignorance you possess

For life is no good end

With one loved one less