The tall young man
a sorcerer great
shall not use his magicks
until he concentrates
On the road
the urge to travel
this is where
his prophecy unravels
On the road one day
a girl he shall meet
he draws his sword
dispatching the thieves
The two travel on
from town to town
the pretty young sorceress
and the handsome clown
On the journey
the two shall meet
many friends and
do great feats
The day will come
when love's arrow strikes
and the two fall in love
fight it though they might
From the match
twelve shall come
all shall follow
the traveller's drum
Two of pink
two of gold
two of red
the rest untold
Each as powerful
as the last
though parting ways
family ties hold fast
The man and his princess
both sorcerers great
shall live forever
and age not a day
A mother's love
a father's strength
to save their children
will go to great lengths
Those of the prophecy
foretold this night
will hold all participants
captive in it's might
