Oh! these lines
these line on our hands
oh what stories might it foretold
to be a valiant hero
dashing, and determined
but with love, he is unlucky
loved and loss, he was broken.
or maybe, a cynical wizard
in a wicked tower from far far away
making a potion to take revenge
from a thief for his daughter,
the thief dare sway.
perhaps a lonely, lovely, lady
always left to clean their home
for her father has to take care of business
where'in the forest, the lady will roam,
walking, dancing, and singing
with the critters of nature
walking around aimlessly
for she seeks for adventure,
she stumbles with a stranger
at the waterfalls cave
he promised her the adventure
that she so craved.
oh! these lines
these lines on our hands
that connect the stories we foretold
but thou stories shall not be complete without another hand to hold