When strolling down the street I came across an open door,
I looked around and realized it was just Cyrene's Ram's Horn.
I walked in, looked around and sat myself up at the bar.
My mouth dropped when I saw him, such a sexy Satyr.

He was humming, cleaning glasses when he turned to smile at me,
I licked his nose; he chucked and then said "You're so kinky."
Though startled by his comment I was frozen to my stool,
So I bought a drink, a salad leaned against the bar to drool.

I watched him wipe the bar; my thoughts began to stir,
My gaze locked on his every move, my eyes began to blur.
The minutes turned to hours as I stayed lost in my trance,
I watched him as day turned to night, not one shift in my glance.

Then finally he finished, walked right over to my seat,
Sat down right there beside me, poured himself an icy drink.
Not one word was spoken as I gazed upon his face,
His hand touched mine, I smiled at him, my heart began to race.

Then "CRASH" my eyes shot open as I glanced across the bar,
And saw him sweeping up a glass that had fallen to the floor.
My mind snapped back to Sapience, I stood with a soft sad sigh.
I walked myself out through the door, nodding as I passed him by.

I hear I'm not the only one with whom he has this same affect,
Sir Lance is quite the charmer, more attractive than the next.
So watch yourself don�t get pulled in by his enticingly good looks,
He's quite the flirt and tease at most, but nothing comes before his
work!


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Scarlatan, in the year 386 AF.