Song of the Bard’s Child

Sing the strings

And up we go

Let the music

In me flow

Round and round

The world I’ll spin

Laughing like

The sparrows in

Marshes where

We used to play

Running through

The fields of hay

When the sun

Would sink at last

Watch the fire

It burned so fast

Naught but Stars

In dead of night

Telling tales

Give children fright

When the words

Have all been spent

Douse the fire

The ashes vent

And we’ll lay

So far from home


Where next I’ll roam


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