A Poet's Love III (Part 2)

He led me to some great balloon, he took me abored Although he touched no gauge or board The craft set off its own accord In the land of Moore, we soared We are out over the water I'm surprised this makeshift craft didn't stagger As the ocean wind goes through my hair What was he to you, he asked. I'd stare A friend and brother, I told the old man As we admire the setting sun We talked about my friend of yore About how he conquered the land of Moore I asked the old man, what happen in the land of Moore What happen to my friend's store What happen to it's bustling shore What happen to it's lively people, markets and houses of grandeur decor He answered, it is the doing of the new Governor He left the land of Moore uncared for He only cared about his own desire That's why you saw the land of Moore dire He throws parties every night To show every noble his might While the people of Moore suffer and fight He indulges in his delight I said, I plan to take revenge Will you going me, my old friend He said, Oh but I am old and frail Besides, I will be dead weight and that'll just make you fail