I
Slayed the dragon.
I
Left behind an ocean of despair.
The Russian
Sung about the loss of his crops.
The seasons
Changed rapidly while her heart grew cold.
He
Swam down the river with a curtain dragging at his back.
He
Walked through forests just to see me off.
We
Couldn't let the love die with a little cough.
I
Offered  a token of my gratitude.
He
Refused it and stole my booze.
The Venetian
Danced on the lily coloured stone.
And the Sun
Drifted along the sky.