Let it be love (instead of the end of the world)

Ode to the Radiant Moon*

I read in the textbook 'Story' by Robert McKee that it is a minor mistake to invite a comedy writer to a party, because comedy writers are bitter people who are distressed by the clash of good ideas and reality. I recognised myself immediately. Irony has been a very good friend of mine since I was a teenager. Never ask them to tell a joke! Don't ask me to entertain you on purpose, either, because instead of joke you get a cynical outburst. 

But I'm still an idealist, and I still have my pure-hearted heroes, singing in me. One of them is Balladeer (him name is Balladár in Hungarian), the young demon king who is a disgrace to his race, yet the ancient blade that chose him as king has found the perfect leader in him. To everyone's surprise, Balladeer, the sword, the demons, all agree, there is some misunderstanding here, and the demons would lynch the imperfect demon, whereupon the sword escapes Balladeer to the Earth, to train him on this weak plane to at least fight in self-defense! But Balladeer wants something else entirely. 
*Click on the link to listen to one of his poems set to music. 
You can read the introduction to the story here.