The Knight

When I saw him, I didn't recognized him
I thought he was a butler and a servant
He didn't know I saw him that way
Now that I know him
He has no idea how much I missed him
Oh how much I love you dear knight
You are an amusing man
whom I cannot understand why you yearn for me
When I'm right in front of you all the long
Carry on your golden dreams that beats
beneath your silver armor
For there lies, a golden heart
that warms me with your love
Remain steadfast and true
For there you are lying next to me
Is the wonderful, lovable, adorkable you
I shall create a shrine of us in like image
and here I stand, adoring you
ever remain loyal and true to the faith
and awaiting your returning as usual
though my tongue is far from chaste
I spoken the truth of my love for you
return, return back to me fair knight
when you world wreary of your travels
and when you return
the birds shall be singing
and held to my chest is a thorn'd rose so red
as red as my bleeding heart
aching for only you

The maiden, her tree, and the knight

Who do you expect to see by the tree? Which tree?
The tree of promises, of course.
Everybody knows she grows it herself,
but she forgot that people tend to visit it while she's away.

What kind of promises?
The promise that she shall return
and have amusing stories to tell,
and she remember who she really is.

What kind of stories we expect her to tell?
Amusing stories, twisted stories, sad, grim,
humorous, dark, wicked, but always one full of light.

Who is she, who is she?
We all know her, she always have a story to tell,
crazy woman never shuts-up on the failure of people who failed each other
with an insight so sharp, people ran away from her
but for those brave enough or in need of a rude wake up call
to survive her sharp wit and her sharp mouth
you only need to ask her because she kept it under lock and key
and the only way to get her to speak is get
him

who? The Knight who kept the key to unlock the burden she held in her heart
But once he kissed her and get her lips to open
Birds flew out of her mouth like lyrics
and tones you play on a harp
and she will tell tales of love, betrayal, and beauty

When she will return?
When her contract is over
but until then, her faithful servant and knight will serve her
for the remain of her contract
with amusing stories to tell
as she has many miles to walk before her
eternal sleep
no dragon or wolf may get through him
to get her treasure of stories
on human and mortals and the otherkind

The chase of the Endless time on the fast lane

Once upon a time, there's an old man name John
the less he speaks, the more he hears
and now he sits on his old rocking chair
with his loyal wife

You can never get that man to speak
unless you tell him a story
a story of his once bereft glory
he once lives life on the fast lane
and once he ran and once he walk
and once he drives so fast, he's a blur
running away from his memories
But his love, his wife, stopped him
and now he rides no more

Poor John, immobilized by his love for her
and his fear of blurred images he once adored
Now he sits on that creaking rocking chair
letting the days passed by slowly
He dreams of living life on the fast lane
with his loyal wife running after him forever
telling him to stop to stop just for her
but he wouldn't stop, he kept on going
chasing after the dream, the dream of
transcendence where the dream of immortality awaits

On that rocking chair, he kept her behind close doors
lock and key hidden
the lovers run no and chase no more
they're right next to each other
waiting for the day to catch them
instead of him chasing night and day

I shall run once more, I shall run one more time
and next time, you too shall run with me
to catch immortality
an endless race of time
on the fast lane