The moon shines upon the loneliness road to the posthouse,
while the stars comforting the lonely wanderer's heart.
Day by day, night by night,
thousand mugs of rum and glory makes a wanderer called hero,
but a tear of farewell and goodbye melts the man's strongest heart.
Today's farewell will not be forever,
the day to meet again will come when it had to be ,
when the blue moon rise again,
and the curse release,
The wanderer will awaken and turn into the princess's knight.
By the name of Zeus I swore,
to stand for the love and glory,
By the name of Eros I swore,
to protect the young princess till the last blood drop.
a poem from a man called 'Steven'
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