Domi Posted January 29, 2005 Share Posted January 29, 2005 Found it, while looking for something else... I think it is sort of fun Bards’ Song #1 I. You want a tale, pretty lass? Well, for a lady of your class I have a tale of a man, Whose glory shook this sleepy Realm. It happens to be me, of course But who will better sing the song If not the hero himself? I shall commence, my lovely elf. I walked my road once in peace, Just saved the world and stuff like this, When the most evil lord I met Caught me and mine in his net. The morning after, I woke up And saw that I am chained up! In dungeon smelling of old rot And something foul, dark and odd. By gods, my head was breaking And walls were hot and shaking… I hated cage, I hated bars, My jailer, face me and DIE! Then came a man in strange mask. Mayhap he came to free my ass? What a mistake! He burned me crisp! He tried to turn me into bits! But golem busted in with words Of the intruders. Red alert! That golem, my beloved miss, Was just as close to my kiss As your cream-peachy round cheek And rose lips and sweet eyelids… But I digress! Girl Imoen, Returned me freedom in the end. She talked all queer, but I said: "I am the bard, my lovely maid, So keep it quiet, cherry cake, And I will help you to escape." But it can never be all gloss The grumpy voice killed my mirth From all the halfings, elves and man It was Jaheira, sour hen. My head’s been hurting, that is why I did not leave her there to die. ‘Cause little pumpkin, once unleashed Jaheira’s worst than herds of Gyth, And Gyth are bad, do trust me maid. Oh, Minsc was there caged and mad. Despite the fact that I agreed with one who chained crazy twit, I had to free this nut as well, Since he in rage is Ninths Hell; That made us four and on we went To find freedom, foes or end! My sweetling, night is growing long, Will you reward me for the song? I won’t ask for very much: A kiss, a smile, things like such… Link to comment
Domi Posted January 29, 2005 Author Share Posted January 29, 2005 #2 What is it? Oh, my wooden harp? Is it a hint? Yes, very sharp. I’ll humor you, but I will need Another mug of strongest mead Before I sing you of my past My friends and our crazy path… Well, I am ready now, maid No, not your bodice; that can wait. We found weapons in a bit My fingers gripped ‘round hilt Of old and rusty plain blade But I was happy like a babe I tried that sword and very soon Against little silly goons some mephits, goblins, other creep And they all died and we all lived The place was a queer mess Of torture chambers, traps and yes, We saw the things that gave us chill Things, scarier than man can kill. There were bottles full of what? I did not know and I would not want To know. But inside (oh, dread!) Hang corpses, neither alive, nor dead. One spoke, asking for release I killed him and he thanked me, miss. He gave me name, that poor moss, The name to hate, the name to curse. The name was so simple – Jon For one who staged this lovely con With capture, murder, torture, cage… My jailer had such simple name… And even now I can’t sing Its taste bitter, but I think I see the ever-sweetest lips And so close…would you please? It’s just the cure, for the bard Whose life was once oh! so hard Who found his respite at last And dreams of nothing but your love. Link to comment
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