He was a warrior frog

Who traveled to foreign countries

To find love

But it was like a myth, love was

And he surrendered his weapons

To the beautiful queen, the moon

And naked on a pond

He finally found peace

An enemy had spotted him

And slowly fear took him by the hand

Until the frog

Stayed hidden on the pond

With the queen watching over him

Tears fell often to his shelter

But he never fought again.