The Troubadour

Pierced again by the sharp searing pang

Like a thousand points of light

Slicing through the night

The voices of the Sirens softly sang…

"Come away sweet love

Do not stay sweet love

For this terrestrial wasteland holds no muse."

And so, to the sea

The troubadour did flee

Narrowly escaping from the noose

Mist and wind greeted him once again

Like an old familiar friend

Or a means to an end

The waves lapped gently at his pain

As the vastness of night

Gave way to the light

The troubadour returned the Sirens song…

"Heed your ear lost soul

For the songs that you stole

To the troubadour for evermore belong."


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