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I wandered through a field one day, without a worry or a care



Mesmerized by all the beauty, my heart it did ensnare



Until I came across a stone, then did all the glory cease



For when I looked upon it, written was “rest in peace”



And as I looked down upon those words, there a small voice I did hear



A tiny flower growing near the stone, did beg me to come near.



“There is a story to this stone, a very sad one I must admit.



But if a few minutes you have to spare, I must request you listen, sit.



Beneath this stone there lies a boy, who died early in his days



To protect the one he loved the most, the ultimate price he was forced to pay.



This story starts some time ago, in a village that lies just in sight



Two childhood lovers torn apart, by a most despicable plight.



There a family, worn and poor, sold their daughter to a man



Who paid them only a meager wage, barely enough just to keep their land



The man took their daughter far away, his servant she was to be



She was to fill his every desire, and be used most sexually.



When the boy did hear this, his heart filled with anger and with pain



For he knew he could never find another, that he would love like her again.



The lad left that very evening, to chase after his one true love



‘I swear to God I’ll rescue you. I swear to Lord above’



He followed the road for many miles, for many nights and days



Refusing to rest a single moment, until the one who took her pays



Without food or shelter he followed them, carrying only a dagger in his hand



He would slit the man’s throat as he slept; at least that’s what he had planned.



After nearly a week, in the dead of night, his search came to an end



When he heard his true love screaming, from a house on the road’s end



His heart started racing, and he clinched his knife, and he sprinted for the door



As he barged in the first thing he saw, was his love lying naked and bloody on the floor.



The boy went into a murderous rage, and charged at the man with his knife



And though it only took but a second, the boy took the villain's life.



He grabbed his lover off of the floor, and had her gather up her clothes



As she dressed, he clinched in pain, for he himself took many blows



They took the man’s horse and carriage, and through the night they fled



And through a knife wound in his side, over many hours the boy bled



And as the morn shown first signs of light, in the distance they saw their town



But the boy could go no further, so he stopped the carriage and lay down



The girl began to weep in sadness, as she looked down at her love



He placed his hand upon her cheek, and he looks up at the sky above



With his final words he says to her, ‘Please, I beg you do not cry.



For though my body may pass away, my love for you won’t die.’



His body lies here to this day, marked only by this stone,



On which she wrote, ‘Rest In Peace, My love is thine, and thine alone.’