The times of peace, the time of war
The times of beauty that are no more,
The tales of dragons, with flames for eyes,
Who could, with fire, blast the skies,
With seeming impossible demise.
The noble knights who would never yield,
With flashing sword and shining shield
Whose courage is yet to be revealed
The princess with a smiling face.
Whose tears could vanish without a trace
Full of beauty, full of grace
The castle with it's mighty wall,
That could hold against siege and never fall
That seemed able to withstand all
The mighty king that rules within,
With all his friends and all his kin
A web off goodness he doth spin
Canst thou remember the tales of Yore?
Those wonderful tales that are seldom told more,
Of times of peace, of times of war.