In the dark of night, midst hills and winding streams,
A beam descends from yonder moon, agleam,
To fall upon the lake so still and pure—
And down it drifts, an angel’s form demure.
She treads in grace, her steps as soft as dew,
Her flowing hair, in waves of chestnut hue,
Loose curls that catch the light, yet soft they lay,
A silent glow that turns the night to day.
Her eyes, a gentle storm of tender grace,
Hold depths as endless as the starry space.
In modest glow, her fair skin pale and light,
A tranquil soul set free into the night.
The birds grow silent, charmed by her descent;
As nature bows, she wades with calm intent.
With bated breath, she slips beneath the lake,
Her spirit one with all the night awake.
(Scene: As the sun sets, Kazimir rides into town, dust settling around his horse’s hooves. With a confident stride, he steps into the dimly lit tavern, drawing the curious eyes of the patrons. His presence fills the room as he approaches the bar with a smirk.)
Kazimir
(boisterously, to the barkeep)
“Pour me the finest brew you have!
Tonight, I’ll make this tavern my own path.
Raise a cup to fate, to fire, to thunder!
Know my name—Kazimir, who strikes like no other!”
(The crowd cheers, emboldened by his commanding tone, and they gather close to hear his words, eager to be swept into his infectious energy.)
Kazimir
“Drink up, brothers, do not pause,
Tonight we sing without a cause!
For gold and pleasure both are mine—
The river flows with brimming wine!”
Crowd (chanting back, clinking mugs)
“The river flows with brimming wine!”
(Kazimir raises his glass to a wizened old man at a corner table, who listens with a solemn nod, recognizing a kindred spirit in this stranger’s wild tales.)
Kazimir
“Old man, look up, don’t hide your eyes!
Remember battle, blood, and skies.
Recall those days of steel and flame,
When war was glory, and glory was fame.”
(The old man’s face softens in nostalgia, and a tear forms at the corner of his eye as Kazimir toasts him, his words both honor and memory.)
(Kazimir begins to flirt with the women in the tavern, his eyes gleaming with charm and desire as he shifts between them, his words woven with laughter and seduction.)
Kazimir
(to a woman nearby, with a playful grin)
“Fair maiden with locks of fire and silk,
You could warm my heart, make it quick to tilt.
