Before i start, let me just say this:
even passion has a limit,
only love has no limit.
A festival the town holds, everyone was to be prepared.
Once again the peasant had to do the knight's work.
With that the last straw was broken.
No more could he stand with it and so he made a decision,
"this is the last i shall do."
On the day of the festival, a day of great 'happiness',
The peasant woke up early just to prepare the things needed.
Hoping that the knight would come and help.
No sight of him till the break of dawn, after everything was done.
Hoping the knight had come to offer his helping hand.
Apparently too high was the peasant's hope.
Angry the peasant was and so left everything.
The peasant went to enjoy himself leaving the knight's stall alone.
Only then did the knight appear once again.
The peasant did not care anymore, he never did go back there again.
Happy was the peasant the rest of the day.
Another day another task.
A task was given by the king.
To help a friend of another land.
To hold a rally it was, for the beloved youths.
Big was the knight's head. not thinking of anything.
insisted for the youth of not just his land but also of other kingdoms.
a hearing was called, the 'wise' was gathered quickly.
the peasant was there to see, how wise these people are.
only noise was heard, noise that lead to no where.
the peasant gave a suggestion, one that was wise to follow.
turn it down the knight did. saying
"i want the youth of all lands to show our greatness."
once again, angry was the peasant.
with that, the peasant stood up and said to the 'wise' and the knight.
"with you so wise people, should know you how many the youths of the other lands?
should we call all, where would they gather?
in your houses? in fact it still wouldn't fit!
You the head of the wise, the knight of this land.
had thought this i hope. for to me i see only fools in this room.
the biggest one with the suit of armor.
i say this because you have said things without first thinking,
and now you want to do things without logic.
i bid you good luck. no more shall this peasant offer his help."
The knight's daughters came to the peasant.
to seek him to help. they plead the peasant not to leave the land
"the land needs you." said one.
The peasant's passion has reached its limit,
but his love to the land is keeping him there,
no more helping with work that is not his,
it is the knight's duty,
if the knight does not want to make decision,
then the land that was once glorious shall lose its triumph,
by then the peasant would have found a new land.