FLIP SIDE

I stroll along this cobbled way,

Surrounded by lush trees and warm hay.
Come here I have, my debts to pay
To wise old men, with hair so grey
So that I may begin my foray
And escape this gloom without delay,
Where, so long has been my stay,
Before, myself, I betray.

I shall now have to belong,
To forces deep, dark and down,
So that I become ever so strong.
To protect my love I shall drown,
In every sin, whistling a merry song,
So that she may live happily in town.

While people might say I am wrong,
I wouldn’t care, even if you call me a clown,
So long as it is for her, my heart shall long,
The seeds of power I shall have sown.

Destined I might be to roam the land,
In this foolhardy quest so grand,
Yet I refuse to give up, and stand,
For my love shall perish only when I’m turned to sand,
All I care for is her merry band
For that my power I shall expand,
Doing whatever is in demand
Till all that remains of me is just a strand.