Where lavender and heather grew
Children innocently played
The greatest castles rose up
By great minds and expert hands
There, the morning dew
Had a special taste
Sweet upon the tongue
There the faeries danced
And deep inside they knew
Age comes with haste
Ending with dreams undone
Lovers walked upon the moors
Of the beautiful kingdom
And the king and his court led
By goodness and justice
Guards watched closely the shores
For it was a land without minions
The banner featured a dragon's head
Knights bore the symbol of their duchesses
Deeply set into the nation's core
The king was counseled by magicians
Their status found in ornate robes of red
Although feared, these seers were pious
The kingdom would seem to be healthy
Without a great challenge, or test
The kingdom fell into a certain kind of sleep
One that lingers even after waking
The land was taxed to make the crown wealthy
The kingdom called back knights from all quests
Soon the kingdom withered in lowered esteem
The ideals and hope of the past were now forsaken
The sleep period grew lengthy
Still the knights would respond to all requests
There remained a sovereign king
Therefore there was still hope
Should there be an awakening
