The Swan

As I strolled along my way one day
An unforgettable scene popped up before my eyes
In the middle of a lake placid
With the wind a white swan was drifting

No stretching out of her wings
No whisper of songs from heaven
Lower her head she saw her reflection in the water
It was a sadly sadly dotted vision

Strings of tears rolling down her face
Breaking the still mirror and diffusing over
Watching above her friends were flying southern
A last moan shed to deapen her despair

Spotting me aside she swiftly swam nearer
A sparkle of hope reburning within her eyes
"I am a princess that cast a magic spell
Which only a hearted kiss from you can relief"

In doubt I hesitate to react
As a crow flew by and uglily uttered
"Man oh man don't ever follow her words
She will stone you the moment you offer the kiss"

Losing my mind I shrug to the swan
And watched her desperately flying into the sky
Suddenly there came a shot of firearm
And shreding in the air were her feathers

It was then a bleeding princess held in my arms
The last flame of hope died in her eyes
Leaving me stuck in sins
Then she was gone

Forever gone the beautiful swan