The Ballad of Don Quixote
Richard
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In battles fought and kindness shown,
Lived a noble knight, his quest so grand,
With armour rusted and heart so pure,
By his side until the very end.
So sing we now of Quixote's fight,
On Rocinante, his steed so tall,
Mistaking them for giants in the night,
To show the truth where folly lied,
By inns and taverns, through fields of gold,
He sought adventures, stories to unfold,
Through starry nights and misty damps,
A timeless tale of Don Quixote's way.
Gallant knight of noble schemes,
As dreams fade out and truths unfold,
With wisdom simple, Sancho tried,
Oh, Don Quixote, man of dreams,
In every heart his dream shall stay,
Through windmills' arms, he'd charge with might,
From castle halls to gypsy camps,
A hero's journey, a life well-spun,
Their spirits high, their hearts so true.
In peace he rested, his quest now done,
He'd fight for honour, justice for all.
With lance and shield, he rides so bold,
A beacon bright through joy and pains.
For love of Dulcinea, his lady fair,
A knight of old with heart so light,
In tales of chivalry, his story's told.
But Quixote's vision, noble and grand,
But time must take its final toll,
With his faithful squire, the world they'd view.
In the days of old in La Mancha land,
And though he's gone, his tale remains,
Don Quixote, brave and true,
They journeyed far, both near and wide,
In every deed, she was always there.
A legend grew, their fame had grown,
With Sancho Panza, his loyal friend,
To right all wrongs, his oath was sure,
Though mocked by many, loved by few,
With dreams and hopes, their only guide.
Saw only the magic in every land.
Quixote, weary, laid down his arms,
Returning home from distant charms.