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Bardic Inspiration Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 10:26 pm
"A dragonborn woman it appears that I am
Also a Rhennee how cursed that I am
The winter is harsh and the room grows cold
Sing to myself the stories of old.
Sing for those who have died in a fight
Sing for those who are alone at night.
Sing for the whispers of secrets untold.
Sing for the warriors their courage so bold."
A story I knew of a warrior from home
Grew from a small boy with love never known
His heart was cold and his steel was strong
He could ride on his horse through nights so long
In the village he lived there was a serving maid
Such kindness she showed him without getting paid
Her beauty was second to none in his mind
And for her anything he would find.
She had hair of blond silk and eyes of pure green
Her dress was quite blue that he'd ever seen
His heart melted a little when he was with she
But such love was never meant to be
She wore a locket of silver and gold
When she spoke of it it was quite old
The locket contained her memories dear
Of people she knew and once held near
A plague of undead began to arrive
His home was threatened, he had to survive
He ran to the tavern to search for the lass
The undead were swarming so very fast
She cried out for her life, cried out in fear
Cried out for the warrior to run far from here
The locket was not upon her breast
And a mighty roar rang from his chest.
He took up his blade and jumped into the fight
The howl of his rage screamed into the night
The leader screamed out for the attack
And he killed them all never looking back
A hero he was for saving the town
But as he came to his senses looking around
His eyes saw the locket upon the ground
And a feeling of dread began to pound
He picked up the locket and called for the lass
Saw her near the inn upon the grass.
Her blue dress was stained on every thread
It seemed the lass was quite dead
He fell to his knees, the locket to his chest
And of his love for her he confessed
But her body grew cold as night came to end
And his sorrow slowly began to ascend
The tears raining down on the grass
He was in love quite much with the lass
But no tears nor love nor melted cold heart
Could give back the life taken afar.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 10:54 pm
"A dragonborn woman it appears that I am
Also a Rhennee how cursed that I am
The winter is harsh and the room grows cold
Sing to myself the stories of old.
Sing for those who have died in a fight
Sing for those who are alone at night.
Sing for the whispers of secrets untold
Sing for the warriors their courage so bold."
There was a fair princess who lived in a tower
With some magic that gave her fair power
She was beautiful and kind and knowledgeable to see
But from her tower she could never leave
Her hair was brown, long and strong
Her eyes were silver and she burst into song
She wore dresses of purest silk
And drank only the purest of milks
Twas not a knight or prince that passed by
That heard her song, that beautiful cry
But a rogue on the run, dressed all in black
Running from a successful bandit attack
He paused a moment and looked to the sky
And in the tower he caught the fair maiden's eye
She shrank from the window but the damage was done
The rogue wanted to make her his own.
He pondered the tower, just how to climb
Or if there was some entrance he had to find
What if a witch kept her trapped in there
He was filled with some sense of despair
He looked up again and spotted her hair
How long it grew, the tresses so fair
"Let down your long hair so that I may climb
And come to that room to make you mine."
The princess pondered the choice for a while,
And then she nodded and smiled
She let her hair out it fell down to the ground
He began to climb after glancing around.
Into the window he tumbled inside
And looked at the princess with masculine pride
He smiled as he saw her and gave her a bow
Escaped from her lips was a simple "wow".
tbc
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Bardic Inspiration Vice Captain
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