The glory mandatory

Singing whilst the time was riding the Trojan horse
My lady has had laid down her head on my tired shoulder
We, the time and I, could have heard her sighs and cries
My queen from my delightful kingdom

My owl, my soul and my point of view
My world from the time upon the time
My all, and I could have it all
Whenever glory has been printed on my castle's wall

Throughout my way: - I could climb the high mountains!
And let the snow melt a smile addressed to me on a silly drawing
I could have sent the whole troop just to pick up her dress
And so, I leave behind the mandatory obligations

I flew upon the thunder and I hold the storm calm
Thus, my path ain't becomes her ache
Her Greek God has blessed us
So on and on
we fly

Lord Byron and a co-author.