The Generous Bard

(The Merry Adventures of Robin Good) Sherwood's Forest legendary, leading man up, down, tricking eggs between branches slender, slander, his voice is growing thinner twisting, turning heads 50 shades of green Master of disguise reaching for the top archers spot, A bard, with uncanny precision, ROBIN nonstop Splitting his opponent LIKE A BOSS! Aiming arrows, where broken women sit Creating fantasies, for his band of hypocrites A serenade, of jealousy and mayhem A poetic outlaw, generously taking what others earn Wearing black tights, the hottest profile, sipping wine A lust beyond Dorthy's Rainbow, a venomous poem Somewhere, covered in leprechaun's gold His chest is cold - Yet warm from all the hands caressing this bard, He is the best, gravity has no weight on his pen, A soundless soldier having his way with his sword, Executing those who challenge him, Breathing life into many empty accounts Giving voices and self-encouragement With no time to drop down this bard from cloud nine A dissipation of air fresheners and hello's Painting pain just to pretend it hurts the person A fragile voice whispering in the shadows Slithering Secrets; From this hooded bard who carries no face, A mask of lies, taking what belongs to others. Robin of honor, graveled by his peasants MISUNDERSTOOD in every fashion, yet he preys Pipping dreams away, down an infested rat's path Shoving Little Johns hopes down the list Robin is no common criminal, just a bard Wearing a dark cloak, when in disguise taking from the greedy --- giving to the needy Thank you for enjoying my story Robin Good and his network of Merry Men 2-3-16