A BARD
YOU look through the Shadowy Light…
a figure Of GOLD fills your SIGHT…
the SUN is shimmering ON her HAIR
Looking AWAY would be HER SNARE
NEVER ALONE… Never Alone.
Each RAINBOW hue WOULD TAUNT YOU.
And with HER divine STAFF
NO MAN could overlook Her PAST…
YOU feel HER presence And her DESIRE
But YOUR vows WOULD BE YOUR lasting PYRE
Never ALONE and WATCHING for TOMES with
HER ANCESTRAL BONES.
Her EYES were DEEP as a MOONLIT POND.
a SIZZLING FIRE still RAN UNDAUNTED
IT was NEVER GONE!
SHE sang HOLDING onto the ancient BONES.
‘’I Am NOT here FOR TREASURE
I an NOT HERE FOR GOLD
I just CARRY my CONQUEST
FOR the DEATH of THE ALLIANCE FOE.’’
CHEERS 