Tragedy Of Ballad Poet

It was really wonderful

The soldiers in the town taught this poem to their lovers

So the poem was passed from one to another

Nobody knew who wrote this poem
Nobody knew the name of this poem
But it spread across the whole continent




When the queen was beautiful and held strong power

Before such great power, everyone kneeled

Then came the birthday of the queen

"Write a poem to praise the beauty of the queen"
One poet was given such an order



The queen asked:

"Who is the most beautiful woman in this world?"

However, the poet did not give in:

"In my world, you are the second most beautiful, your majesty."



"The died flowers are beautiful."

"It is an illusion called memory"

"A never fading, forever blooming garden"

"Even it's the noble and beautiful rose"

"As long as it's still lively, it will never reach the beauty of a died flower."



The poem made the queen angry:

"Are you saying that you wished me to die?!"

Upon the signal of the Minister, the soldier threw the poet into prison.

The genius poet, his name was Ballad

In the corner of the cold underground prison, he was making his very last poem.


The execution was near. Holding the rose emblem on the chest,

soldiers of the prison listened, to the last poem he made.



The sound of the last bell ended

The execution was carried out without mercy

At the very last moment

He remembered…

The sky of the hometown

The breeze of the wind

The girl who had passed away

And the days they once lived together…



The cold autumn wind brought the start of winter

A girl embarked on a harsh journey to find her loved one

A somewhat nostalgic poem, is what she singed