Across plains of tall grass
Atop a trusted steed
– Wide new lands to venture –
He rides towards the sun
Rising in the distance,
Away from enemies.
The proud king fox and the young lass,
In their heart already the seed
Of freedom and of adventure,
Towards a new dawn they both run
To give meaning to existence
And hear the wide world’s melodies.
I ask, who can now stop these two?
Who can hope to ever capture
Those who always somehow pull through?
None, for now, can break this rapture.
In the distance, mountains growing,
They glide through grass as air on wing.
Time too is growing near
Yet, despite this knowledge,
In their hearts lies no fear
– The dungeon at the edge.