The Gentle Bard

Gather round the fire friend

To hear a tale with no end

The teller now will start his tale

It starts one winter in a dale

As ice and snow blew round the men

Their horses rearing up again

At the sound of thunder’s might

These brave men off to have a fight.

Now, through this forest they did go

Over hills through knee-deep snow

Until one day they reached it’s end

And found themselves on river bend

They had travelled many a day

And now the snow had passed away.

And in the trees the birds did sing

And welcomed in the new born spring

Soon the land changed and was green

And flowers grew where frost was seen

The group of men went on and on

Soon summer came and then was gone

And still they had not found the beast

They could not return for the party feast

Still they travelled day and night

Looking for a beast to fight

They searched through caves; on mountains high

In forests where the eagles fly

They searched and searched and searched; yet still

Could not find a beast to kill

And so these brave men old and grey

Go on searching for their prey

Beastly battles they still crave

Yet soon they will lie in their grave

And others, they will join the call

And search the forest with trees so tall

For beasts and monsters to kill and slay