Lily's Ballad:

In a village by the rolling hills,

Where tales are told and mystery thrills,

There lived a lass with golden hair,

Whose heart was light, devoid of care.

Her name was Lily, fair and sweet,

With eyes that sparkled, so complete.

She yearned for love, a noble knight,

To sweep her off in love's delight.

One eve, a stranger rode to town,

A knight in armor, tall and renowned.

He gazed upon her, his heart aflame,

And Lily blushed, her cheeks aflame.

They danced beneath the moonlit sky,

Their love crescendoed, soaring high.

But fate, cruel fate, had other plans,

As war engulfed their once-peaceful lands.

In battles fierce, the knight was lost,

His life cut short, at such a cost.

Now Lily weeps, her heart in pain,

Her love forever lost, in battle's stain.

Her tears cascade like a mournful tune,

A ballad sung beneath the moon.

For love is fragile, hearts can break,

Yet memories endure, for love's own sake.

Oh Lily, fair and broken-hearted,

Your tale of love, forever imparted.

In ballads sung through ages hence,

Your love lives on, in poetic defense.