A noble knight,
On a proud steed.
He draws his sword,
As he sees,
A dark black dragon,
And a forest of thorns.
He rides as fast as he can,
To save the princess,
And slay the beast.
He charges up the stairs,
With shield and sword.
He blasts through the door,
To find the princess no more.
A lone piece of paper,
Lies on a far table.
He walks to the table,
And opens the letter.
And it says,
'Gone out to Lunch,
Be back soon'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hehehehehehe stupid princess couldn't she have txt him?