Tis a tale of a fair young maiden.
Who many sought.
Her heart belongs to an older and wiser striking lad of sorts.
For his heart weeps for the young maiden.
His loins and riches are held by another.
Oh how he loathed the woman who held him captive
He grew weaker by the suns diminishing.
One day a knock came upon the lads dwelling.
A saucy young fellow whom brought forth a parchment.
A declaration declaring that the gentleman of little will power would bequief half of his tax earnings.
The lad would be so released of his captor.
Woe for this meant freedom.
For love and togetherness.
For this is told upon this very night.
Their love shall abundantly grow.