Ballad: Kasaibwaibwaileta

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This is a legend by my people.

Submitted: September 11, 2016

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Submitted: September 11, 2016



(Dedicated to my grandfather: Tony Bokealei)

There was once a man full of sores

Who lived alone on an island

His name was Kasaibwaibwaileta

Every night he played his magical flute

The palm trees swayed

The seagulls danced

And the ocean mourned

To the melodies of his flute

On a nearby island lived a king,

His three daughters’ hearts yearning

To be the lucky one to marry

The mysterious flautist

Two elder princesses set sail

In search of the flautist

Upon reaching shore, they retreated

The placed stank like a dead corpse

The youngest princess set sail

She found the flutist, ignored the smell

Nursed his sores, bathed and clothed him

The sore body was just a shell

He emerged from the shell

A prince with sparkling eyes

That danced in the moonlight

Elder princesses hearts, ached like hell

In the moonlight, he played the flute

For his beautiful wife and princess

With the most gracious heart

And their days were filled with happiness

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