This was a poem I wrote for a school project, I had to write a ballad.
(I wrote this in roughly 35 minutes)
(I wrote this in roughly 35 minutes)
Larvik the Lost
Larvik was a fair man,
But all night he did mourn,
As his lady was to marry a man he did scorn,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik was alone.
Larvik knew what he had to do,
He simply could not let her go,
He knew he had to kill, to get her from his foe,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik was alone.
Larvik packed up,
To find the one he loved,
And to kill, to get away from the one who bugged,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik was alone.
He set out the next morning,
Revolver in hand,
To get his love, to demand,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik was alone.
He strode into her house,
Found her with her “man”.
He cocked the revolver with his hand,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik was alone.
He pulled the trigger,
Causing her to fall with a cry,
Now he turned the revolver toward himself with a sigh,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik, he died.
Larvik was a fair man,
But all night he did mourn,
As his lady was to marry a man he did scorn,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik was alone.
Larvik knew what he had to do,
He simply could not let her go,
He knew he had to kill, to get her from his foe,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik was alone.
Larvik packed up,
To find the one he loved,
And to kill, to get away from the one who bugged,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik was alone.
He set out the next morning,
Revolver in hand,
To get his love, to demand,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik was alone.
He strode into her house,
Found her with her “man”.
He cocked the revolver with his hand,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik was alone.
He pulled the trigger,
Causing her to fall with a cry,
Now he turned the revolver toward himself with a sigh,
Alas, poor Larvik, poor Larvik, he died.