The Ballad of Ballad Muldune

The Ballad of Ballad Muldune

In a small town in the middle of nowhere,
Lived a man named Ballad, with a life so bare.
He worked hard every day to earn his bread,
But fate had something else in store instead.

One night, a crime took place in the town,
The next thing Ballad knew, he was taken down.
He was accused of a crime he didn't commit,
He was sentenced to prison, where he would sit.

Years passed, and Ballad never lost hope,
He knew he was innocent and he could cope.
The days were long and the nights were cold,
He often wondered if he would ever grow old.

Then one day, a brave soul came to his aid,
With evidence that could no longer be delayed.
It proved without a doubt that Ballad was innocent,
The court granted him his freedom, as it was meant.

Ballad walked out of prison, his head held high,
He thanked the brave soul, who had not let him die.
He knew that his life would never be the same,
He was grateful for the chance to clear his name.

So Ballad went back to the town he once knew,
He started a new life, that was long overdue.
He worked hard every day, just like before,
But now he had something to fight for.

And though he would never forget the years he lost,
He knew that life was precious, at any cost.
So he lived every day, with a smile on his face,
He knew that he had won the greatest race.

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