Under the heat of the midday sun,
The children run hand in hand,
And the merry guests of the Ironworks forum,
Dance lightly to the music of the band
Couples dance in effortless circles,
While the jester throws balls into the air,
Young Jerome drinks from the cellar,
While the Knight kisses his Lady Fair,
The guests drink with reckless abandon,
While the dragon’s hunger is sated,
And because of his costume, borne in pink,
Poor Rikard is baited
Sorry, all i could come up with in short notice, i'll type more as i think it
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My hopes lie dashed,
Crushed from high above,
My dreams lie shattered, my heart broken,
A casulty on a battlefield called love.