Long long time ago
Long before the time even one can follow
Lived a bard, a singing fellow
In the forest of Kunte, a tree which leaves in yellow
Lonely he may find himself
No dwarves, human or elves
But a pack of harmless jackals nearby dwell
Life was bored like the rings of a bell
However life can seem colourful
Even when the feeling seem painful
The bard will sing, his voice the only tool
About kings and the stupid fool
With love and hatred both so full
In the boring room from sun rise
Melodies flow, no one despise
Always longing to find his dream
Which now seems unclear like a muddy stream
When shall he be, the crop of the cream
No one knows, forever it seems
Once he thought of love so well
Never thought so high he fell
For love rose higher from the flames of hell
Up up away, higher than the ringing heaven bells
Once again the bard sings
About the past and future things
Long has he wish to bring
Everything by the voice, he sings, he sings…
1 comment:
nice poem dude~
heh
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