A rich man
Of blind rage
A little girl
Who's underage
The man traveled
Far and wide
Searched the village
And countryside
But he never found
Someone fun
They ran from him
From what he had done
But a girl of fourteen
Sitting on hay
His heart stopped
His breath astray
Dreams played
Of eyes so kind
He couldn't get her
Out of his mind
So he stood before her
And held out his hand
Told her he'd take her
To far away lands
She smiled
And have him her grace
Besides, she wanted
A change of pace
But the man didn't give
What he had promised
So the girl returned home
Expecting and forgotten