Okay this goes to the tune of "Greensleeves". For those younger generation music lovers who don't know this piece, do not go "Ohhh, yuck!" It's a beautiful piece and I suggest you look it up. If you still, don't like the piece or the poem, then go to youtube and listen to Bieber. I have nothing more to say.
Pray tell, the story of true brave knight,
Who slain thy dragon for village plight.
Thy must hath known the dangers lurk,
Of waters and rivers, where they murk.
He slashed, he started, he slayed, he sighed,
While he cometh to fair lady bride.
But clad in black, she smiled a smile,
One worthy of damned crocodile.
Stashedth the dagger within thee cloak,
To bridge she ran, past village folk.
Weary, Sir Knight made way to bridge,
Seeing beloved, her body lithe.
Thou must feel taste of your blood,
And notice the trickling to the mud.
He smiled a smile that hath not been shone,
And staggered toward her, running alone.
Watch out, brave knight, thy witch hath dagger,
Too late, dear sir, as she stabbed and he staggered.
And when he dropped she noticed not,
And glanced at the blood left on hand, just a dot.
The voices were calm, the voices were soothed,
For to a witch, his blood was her food.
