The Ballad of the Young Bard

Learn more swashbuckling, said he
Learn to use those herbs, said she
You lash out with an ornate steel rapier, but miss
The other day I got robbed while taking a piss
My rapier's never good enough
I never have enough stuff
Credits are in short supply
And I'm always asking myself why
Why do I go to battle after battle
I've been shaken, flung, beat, stamped, kicked, punched, my brains
rattle!
One time, I almost won!
But then she figured out what was going on
And like a flea, I did pop
Crying for her to stop

And as it turns out, I'm a lover, not a fighter
In a fighter's world, trying to make it a writer
They say the pen is mightier than the sword
But with my quill, I never did slay any great lord
And listen to me now, do take pity on any young fool
Who had the misfortune to be a small bard, who waded in this shallow
pool

But it's really not that bad
Being a weak, young lad
It's full of hope and learning
The learning to satiate a yearning
To be less than insignificant
To be something terribly significant
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not that ambitious
But I want to be something more than something delicious
A treat for theives, I was killed by a whore!
I just want to be something more...

-Devakan


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 389 AF.