The Bard's Magic
A Bard has the power of thought and tongue
And the memory with which to wield it
He takes instrument and the song that's sung
Haunts the memories of all that feel it
The well sung word floats in the air of time
And the waves of emotion will send it
Over the land upon rhythm and rhyme
The hearts of his people shall tend it
A Bard's tool is not weapon, but sweet word
A heavy sword with which he may cleave
Through time and history with lyric fine
He'll conquer all, and true hearts he will rieve
Kelly
This poem inspired by: Scocha
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