The Forlorn

As the story thus unfolds

Shipwrecked on an island once.

Was a girl of humble but royal scion.

Desolate and devoid did the island thus lay

No vegetation nor inhabitants ever.

Till the eyes could foresee .

But Than this is not a situation to worry

As you shall gradually see.

Deep in the day

When the sun doth shine.

With full vigour and sheen

Thus walks through the ocean.

Through the vast expanse of water.

The three singing deer so calm so serene.

They walk step in step leaving no trail behind.

The bundle they carry, the apples and cherries

Gleam in the sun as away they tarry.

Together they will travel on and on

Thus singing along a melancholy song

They will fathom expanse upon expanse

Till they reach that speck of land,  like a dot in a heap of sand.

To the damsel who waits forlorn.

Together they will dine on the sand so brown.

They will dance to the tune of every song they sing.

They will watch the flames go up as the sun goes down.

And when she’s tired and drowsy

Will they tuck her away merrily.

They will walk by the stars.

And vanish into horizon, into their abode.

Ready to partake a journey into the morrow.

A daily routine they always doth follow.