I traverse the woods,
In search of no other goods,
But a rose of splendid beauty,
With looks of the highest deity,
The winds blow me back,
And the snow falls on me,
And on my head forms a stack,
But I decide to let it be,
I continue on my journey,
Oblivious of my discomforts,
For in search of my honey,
I would withstand problems of all sorts,
Finally I reach the place,
And look all around,
But alas not one single rose,
Can on the ground be found.
Oh I see one,
Precious and smiling,
Despite the blistering cold,
That has sent everything into hiding.
I reach out to pluck it,
Then I hear a horse neigh,
A gallant warrior stands next to it,
And proudly stands in my way,
“Who are you?” he proudly asks,
And follows it with a sneering look,
“I’m a prince” I give the answer,
Only that I don’t appear in a book.
“Ha ha ha” he hollowly laughs,
If you are a prince then I’m a god,
I look myself in the thawing snow,
And I see nothing close to a lord.
My clothes are tattered,
My chin unshaven,
And my face looks battered,
My hair resembles a garden.
I turn around and head home,
But not before one look at her,
I’ll be back my love, I’ll be back,
Only this time we are going home together.
The Divine Bandit™ 