Chance Meeting

Chance Meeting

Life as a peasant the hard work keeps me lean.
On my way to the market I crossed the path of the Queen.
I dismounted my horse and bowed my head low.
I was in awe from her beauty and had once told her so.

She said, "I've met you before. "Although I can't tell you when".
"Come get in my buggy Sir, come in out of the wind".
She looked at my pants seen the bulge and she said.
"I remember you now". As my face became red.

"It was that day in your wheat field". "When I was kidnapped".
"That day when you saved me from the evil Czar's wrath".
She'd escaped and came running, and fell at my feet.
I'd hid her in my wagon way down under the wheat.
They rode up and dismounted, I at once drew my sword.
Said a prayer to my maker whom I'm sure I'd soon meet.

I dueled those black knights killed five in an hour.
But I was cut really bad and no longer had the power.
To fight the sixth knight looking down where I laid.
In a big puddle of blood my vision started to fade.

I had just closed my eyes as he swung his big sword.
My life flashing before me then I heard a loud thud.
I looked up and smiled where the beauty Queen stood.
She kneeled at my side; she held a thick chunk of wood.

When she touched my wounds they magically healed.
I shook my head, pinched myself, and was all of this real?
When we arrived at my dwelling I hadn't even a scar.
Then she took me to bed. And now again here we are.